(I feel I may have missed the mark by using rhyme (imperfectly) for this week’s writer’s word prompt that was posted on Monday, By the way, it’s supposed to be a spiritual word – one that prompts thought and writing on spiritual things. But rather than offer up a bounty of excuses, I’ll trust you to give me some grace. Until next week, when perhaps, depending on the spiritual word prompt our writing group is assigned, I’ll have a story for you.)
“Paint a word picture of peace,” she said.
“Pull it from one of the psalms.”
I pondered and prayed,
painstakingly paid,
‘til my tears and my patience were gone.
My laptop then lost all its power.
A blank page pressed hard on my brain.
At the pantry I pause.
Pasta, pancakes, bear claws.
Now, my diet postponed once again.
Plump pillow, it called with pure passion.
I was prompted and promised “good rest.”
But that blank page poked fun.
“Not even one pun?”
That P word woke me. What a pest!
Well, at least she didn’t choose “patience.”
The P word she posts could be worse.
The sky hints of pre-dawn,
I’ve no words to pass on.
So, I plead, “Lord, prime me with verse.”
In Psalm 119 we’re assured.
Read it. Learn how peace is procured.
In scripture it’s plain.
As through clear window pane.
Peace. I’m glad precious peace was her word.
Psalm 119:165: “Abundant peace belongs to those who love your instruction; nothing makes them stumble.”
And you thought, perhaps hoped, I’d be finished.
But I’ve P words creating loud noise.
Puppies, prove, pretty pansies
Pithy proverbs
Pen and paper. And what about poise?
Now, rhyming plagues me more than some.
Silly poems prompt thought and are fun.
One pointed idea.
Not the whole panacea.
Limericks push to get writing done.
But rhyming can be problematic.
It can pick up a thought and replace …
the purpose/intent of the poet …
with plentiful prose, but wrong pace.
Rhyming does please me, the writer.
I purpose that it might annoy you.
Put the pieces together. Start planning.
Your turn.
Next week’s letter is Q!