Inquisitive Sketches (Haiku Series #352)

Out of Juice

College paper due

Burning midnight’s precious oil—

Overwhelmed with zzz’s

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Filled with Artifacts

Family heirlooms

Home resembles museum—

Endless dusting chores

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Spring of Wisdom

Understanding life

Proverbs of Renaissance man—

Absorbing his light

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Love Comes Alongside

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In tomorrow’s shadows

Worry waits to jump out

Disappointment crashes in

Filling waves with doubt

 

Aspirations seem dashed

Sunrise seemingly locked

Yesterday not forgotten

Seeing future blocked

 

Breath of sorrow surrounds

Hope seen flowing away

Another storm standing tall

Searching through its gray

 

Dreams no longer brightened

Today’s voyage postponed

Been at this moment before

Feeling self disowned

 

Freedom shares patient heart

Journey no longer drowned

Faithful love comes alongside

Sailing homeward-bound

 

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Humble Moments (Haiku Series #294)

Dreamland Plays Out

Movie’s final scenes

Waiting for chilling finish—

Eyes lowered . . . the end!

 

Golfer’s Math

Water hole ahead

Bag’s cache of balls—down to one!

Errant, groaning splash

 

Uplifting Rendezvous

Endless highway miles

Welcoming faithful landmark—

Blessed home sweet home

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From His Heart (Elfchen Series #196)

Abounding Glory

Mercies

Surrounding thee

Light sustains faith

Beholding Father’s wondrous deeds

Fulfilled

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Fertile Ground

Hunger

Empties spirit

Harvesting Father’s Word

From His eternal bounty

Nourished

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Finally Home

Feeling

Alone, forsaken

Father’s mission complete

Bringing every lamb back

Loved

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This series of poems (written in the German-inspired style of Elfchen or Elevenie) shares a total of eleven words in each poem, with a sequence by line of one, two, three, four, and one words.

Monday Memories: Top Cat

Reigning as the Top Cat.

I think of myself as the “Top Cat” around this house.  Mr. and Mrs. Wynter brought me home from a shelter about two years ago.  They love skiing up on the big mountain, and they adore their cats even more . . . with one exception.

Me!!  Yes, you got it.  I always seem to be in trouble around here.  My female cousins, Sky and Birdie, are treated like royalty.  Can you imagine two cats being treated like a pair of princesses? 

Well . . . I want to tell you my side of the story. 

My given name is Revel, which isn’t such as bad name.  While Sky is sometimes curious and Birdie is shy, I love the adventure of roaming and exploring the house.

A few days ago, I am in the garage with Mr. Wynter.  He doesn’t seem to notice me as I glide along the garage door rails high above the floor.  I can be quite the acrobat while walking this tightrope.

I enjoy chasing and teasing my cousins, especially Birdie.  She is so timid, but she doesn’t seem to mind it when I am pulling a chunk of hair from her back.  I have a cool collection of her hair stashed under the bed in the spare bedroom.  Mr. and Mrs. Wynter haven’t vacuumed there for months.

Sky likes to pull open drawers in just about any room.  I encourage her to open as many as possible.  When she’s finished, I move in and pull objects out of the drawer with my mouth.  It’s so much fun to leave a mess in every room of the house.

When Mr. and Mrs. Wynter eat dinner, I join them by jumping up on the dining table.  They become easily annoyed with me so I have to be quick to jump back down to the floor.  It’s sort of like playing “cat and mouse.”

Last week, I helped Mrs. Wynter do some baking.  When she would turn her back, I would jump up on the kitchen counter.  Have you ever seen a cloud of sifted flour float through the air?

It seems that everyone in the house has grown tired of my adventures.  They call it mischief. 

Oh my!  The life of a “Top Cat” needs to be an exciting venture.

Last night, I climbed up on a bookshelf high above the master bedroom floor.  There was a pot with a houseplant in it.  I just couldn’t help myself.  I pulled and pulled with my teeth and claws until most of the plant and dirt flew out and landed on the bed.

I guess I may have gone a bit too far this time.  Mr. and Mrs. Wynter have been dressing me today in a prison outfit, complete with black and white stripes.  I look more like a convict instead of a “Top Cat.”

Snickering at my unfortunate circumstances, Sky and Birdie now call me Rebel.

Hey, I am innocent until proven guilty! P.S. My name isn’t Rebel . . . It’s Revel!

My youngest daughter and her husband provide a home for three rescued kittens (now full-grown cats).  Revel, Sky, and Birdie enjoy their new home.  And yes, Revel does have his moments.  The photos of Revel were taken by my daughter.

Originally published November, 2020.

Memories of Home

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Ever homeward

Waiting destination

Year after year

Leaving last train station

 

Traveling forward

Allowing no backward glance

Final ticket punched

Cashing in for final dance

 

Journey’s sunset

Saying “hello” once more

Second chances

Taking life’s encore

 

Garden filled with dreams

Sprouting memories of home

Season to season

Riding free, ready to roam

 

Yesterday’s clues

Arriving with each breeze

Earmarked answers

Lighting up home’s marquee

 

Infinite sunrise

Forsaking final “good-bye”

Irreplaceable

Greeting Montana’s Big Sky

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This poem reflects upon many memories of my native state of Montana, which will always seem like home.  Perhaps each reader will experience his or her own homeward journey of memories, just waiting to be revisited again.

Years Ago

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Hidden in forest’s midst

Ancient homestead’s landscape

Under winter blanket

Wakening, day takes shape

 

One more snowy morning

Old barn wrapped up in white

Barely able to stand

Making for quite a sight

 

Corral broken, rails split

Livestock forever gone

Snow-painted grass smiles back

Waiting for spring’s new fawn   

 

But wait, life still stirring

Chimney’s smoke drifting high

Rustic cabin’s fireplace

Warming urge to drop by

 

All welcome, step inside

Plenty of room to share

Coffee’s hot, feel at home

Sitting on kitchen’s chairs

 

Hilltop looking back down

So many years ago

Memories slowly fade

Covering up in snow

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Voyage Home

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Sailing planet’s seven seas

Searching for home, life be free

 

Scouting horizon’s distance

Globetrotting with persistence

 

Navigating stormy seas

Crossing without gentle breeze

 

Tasting bitterness each day

Observing clouds, gloomy gray

 

Spending endless hours at sea

Scouting for home’s hidden key

 

Fleeing long-forgotten goals

Looking out one more porthole

 

Haunting, longest nights at sea

Racing in sailing’s grand prix

 

Losing track of endless time

Enduring life’s wintertime

 

Dreaming of home, never free

Waking up, always at sea

 

Knowing this quest just might end

Finding home, let’s not pretend

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Eternity’s Home

From John 14:2-3:  “In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places.  If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?  And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, so that where I am, there you may be also.”

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Yes, there awaits Heaven

Eternity’s home calls

Father waits, open arms

Steps without sinful falls

 

Heaven, Father’s true home

Good Shepherd’s gate, waiting

Believers’ dwelling seat

Beauty captivating

 

Home of joyful healing

Heaven’s firm foundation

Father’s masterful plan

Peaceful destination

 

Father lives in Jesus

Son of God lights His way

Heaven never shaken

Sin no longer finds prey

 

Into Father’s presence

At our Savior’s return

Death forever conquered

Heaven never adjourns

 

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From Revelation 22:1-2:  “Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb through the middle of the street of the city.  On either side of the river is the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, producing its fruit each month, and the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations.”

Returning Home

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Retreating from urban scene

Tasting sweetest land of peace

Montana’s scenic prairie

Rejuvenating new lease

 

Returning home at long last

Embracing much simpler ways

Montana’s dry farming life

Waking to morning’s fresh praise

 

Laboring in nature’s soil

Farming begins at sunrise

Montana’s fields now planted

Waiting for harvest’s lush prize

 

Walking in tall grass so green

Unearthing life’s inner core

Montana’s rural anthem

Fielding life’s daily chores

 

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