Juliet Ligon Poet Dizain

Divine Irony

The One who made the roses bloom,
could call departed from the tomb,
permitted thorns to pierce His head.
Sinless seed from mother's womb,
became sin's curse for sinners' stead.
The very One who formed the seed
that would become the rugged tree,
in innocence was bound to bleed
so guilty souls could be set free.
For sinners' blessing, cursed was He.

5-16-2020

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Andrea Dietrich May 20, 2020 at 6:32 PM sorry you had the syllables off (just saw Connie's comment below) You will get it the next time, dear!! Well done. Juliet Ligon May 20, 2020 at 8:26 PM Thanks, Andrea. I'd like to play around with this form again sometime.

Connie Marcum Wong May 18, 2020 at 4:44 AM This is awesome Juliet. You need at least eight to ten syllables in each line according to Dear Heart's instructions so I hope you have time to add them. Blessings Connie xxoo Juliet Ligon May 18, 2020 at 10:39 AM Thanks for mentioning this, Connie. I thought I had eight, but now I realize that some of the lines have seven. I was writing this around the same time as the 7 square poem. Blessings to you.

Silent One May 17, 2020 at 10:03 AM Yes you are right for he holds the power... Juliet Ligon May 20, 2020 at 8:28 PM Yes, indeed. Thanks for your visit, Silent One.