Tears conceived in loss Born in pain Hot they strike Lukewarm they stagger Then cold Only to become An emblem worn On the chest Heavy but valiant
Micro Poem Monday: Rain
In the moment before rain writes its story on the pavement — Tension, tight with yearning in the air Like a friend with a secret to share. A breeze, a breath, Colder than before, yet somehow warm. And then — release. Tears of truth wet the ground beneath.
Micro Poem Monday: Standing
X marks the spot Where we stand Apart. Our hearts drowned with grief Yearning for buried treasure, For arms crisscrossed around bodies, Not to suffocate But to grant a sigh of relief. We long to feel it But for now we stand.
Micro Poem Monday: Surrender
Tap the reservoir for a drip Only enough to fill my eyes Rather, Relentless rapids I either suffocate or Surrender
Micro Poem Monday: Chasing Feelings
Behold your apathy Your jealousy Your anxiety Stare deep and you will find A twinkle of truth in their eyes Look too long and you will become what you behold But chase them into the rabbit hole You will find them seated At the Throne Ready to tell the real story Of what you fear …
Micro Poem Monday: Anointing
His body, soon to be broken My jar, broken for that day When he pours out His blood for me So I pour out this fragrance for Him Preparing Him for Death While He prepares me for Life Based on Mark 14:3-9
Micro Poem Monday: Eyes
Brighten my eyes Give me a telephoto lens to see You Otherwise My eyes will roll back And I will see only in my head (Psalm 13)
Micro-Poem Monday: A Prayer for Kanye
The belly of the bird isn't full of seeds The rays of the sun haven't shriveled the roots The grip of the sharp thorn hasn't stopped his breath Not yet God continue your great deeds God bring forth bountiful fruits God keep your servant from death Jesus be King (Matthew 13:3-23)
Micro-Poem Monday: Earth’s Voice
The ocean cries, "fear the Lord!" The skies sing, "glory to God!" The sun proclaims, "all power is His!" And the tree whispers: "I change, but He doesn't."
Micro-Poem Monday: Time
I watch the second hand wave at the numbers as he chases the sun. I trust him more than I should.
Allyson Howell 