This morning I ran across a haiku by Al the Author I really enjoyed. It also happened to be linked to a writing prompt I’ve been meaning to join in on but keep forgetting from The Secret Keeper.
Well, there’s no time like the present (before I forget again!) to toss my poem in the writing-ring:
a gift
a handmade work
or a poetic verse
love is the reason we create
not coin
Unlike Al, I wasn’t able to get all five words in a haiku; kudos to him again for that!
(Written in the Cinquain form.)
The gift of gab is
The strongest weapon I have –
a lock on patience
Linked to the weekly challenge from Ronovan Writes.
His last breath left Him
Even His disciples feared
His life had endedThree days later they saw though
Life eternal was revealedWith eyes we can’t see
What faithfully we believe
This gift is for us
This piece was inspired by the Scripture quoted above and is linked to the Carpe Diem Haiku Kai challenge breath control.
This week’s prompt from Haiku Horizons is gift. The poem came out effortlessly, coincidentally I might add.
The way words flow out
Fluidly from mind to pen
It’s surely a gift
Potholes in the Road of Life 