Poetry

Sometimes I feel the urge to write a poem
But have no subject
(Like now, ironically!)
So I close my eyes
And try to form a thought
Around some beautiful
Or every day thing
That would stir the hearts of those who read it
Let's see....
What have I already written about?
Because those subjects are off the table
...For at least a little while
What impressive, "poetry" words could I use?
Words like
Languish
Disquiet
Envisage
Fancy sounding words
(That I find by looking up other words in the thesaurus)
What interesting pentameter (or lack of) could I use?
So the rhythm is felt
With each word I write
And flows off the tongue
With deepest delight
Ha!  Rhyme! 
I must get some kind of bonus poet points for that!
Could I chop up my lines
So that
Each
Word
Carries
Weight?
So many choices for a poet!
How about this?
I write a poem about writing a poem!
That should still the creativity in me
For at least a few minutes.

Time

My days are bipolar
Sometimes they sprint along and Time cannot hold them!
I slip through its grasp, glancing back and laughing at how I managed to fly through it, faster than mortals!
Other times, the days barely move
With Time gaining the upper hand
Holding me down
To wait
Like everyone else
Forcing me to be aware of
Every
Single
Second
That ticks by

A good story

A good story
Pulls you in
Makes you feel a part of the story
So often I find myself a friend
Of a fictional character
I follow their story
I hear their thoughts
I empathize
My own emotions mirror theirs
Heaven forbid, I leave them for a few minutes
For I carry their emotions into my own existence!
How bittersweet to reach the end of their story
Enjoying the culmination of events in one spectacular ending
But hating to leave them behind
For I've made a friend
Who I understand so intimately
Luckily, as the book closes at the last chapter
So it opens again at the beginning
And I can visit them once more

The heartbeat of my soul

Sometimes the heartbeat of my soul catches my attention
So I take a look inside
And so often, I'm saddened by what I see
A panting, wretched thing
Hardly able to stand
Its emotion overwhelms me
I remember the half-chewed bits
Of the Lord Almighty that I'd thrown to it
Like scraps from someone else's table
Words sought out by others
That I let float over me like the wind
I have trouble remembering the last time
I led my soul to the clear stream
Of Living Water
Was it so long ago?
No wonder it pants
Lying there
So pathetic
I have starved it of the One thing that sustains it
I have given it
Pretty
Well-intentioned
Trash
To feed upon
No wonder it feels like it's dying
My own heart cries at the condition I've left it in
Let it live in
So I rush to my Father and ask,
"Please breathe your Breath of Life in it
Again."

Music

Music is one of God’s greatest gifts

Tugging at strings in our hearts like nothing else can

Flowing like water

Like a balm over the soul

Reaching into our souls

Evoking the deepest emotions

Bringing forth bubbling laughter

Or prickling tears

Building joyous anticipation

Or moving us to dance

Igniting our souls with its beauty

Calling them home

To be with Beauty and Glory itself

Oh, how my soul flies!