Flitting and buzzing in a
playful, poetic dance
a whirr of delicate wings
crescendos and decrescendos
among a colorful carpet of
sumptuous, silky petals.
Daring drones speed dizzily about
barely resting, constantly competing
in a crazy chase for their sticky prize.
Swooning with drunken lust
they dream of its sappy sweetness
and long for its golden glory.
Insect tongues sip and suckle in tandem
greedily drinking with delight to the full.
Soon they whisk away with their
sticky stash to unseen combs.
And I wonder where they go
and how their delectable delight grows
in that hidden world that only nature knows.
Written on 9/14/2019
sitting here
at the keyboard,
lettered blue notes
flow with rhythmic melodies
inking bars of varied clefts
of poetic pitch
rising from
B flat decrescendos
to C sharp crescendos—
peaking trilling lights of truth
from a major second:
gifted by the most high first
Dance for the Lord all throughout the day!
Sing a beautiful song unto our King!
How many sunsets til He arrives in the skies?
How many days til the trumpets sound?
How can I keep this God of mine to myself?
He needs proclaimed to the masses.
He is worthy of all our praise!
I sing a beautiful song unto the King of Glory!
How many notes are crowded in my heart ready to burst out in exaltation?
Each measure has more melodies than I can count or record.
I sing a million scores of love for my King.
Vibrato, crescendo, decrescendos,… each unfolding in perfect succession.
Pouring out all of my emotion at His nail-scarred feet.
Come quickly, Lord Jesus, come.
My heart is waiting on You.
gwendolen rix
8-22-15
Like tremolos and glissandos in music,
those crescendos and decrescendos in volume;
there’s observance of discipline and yet,
at the same time, there’s sense of freedom.
similar to life how it’s gonna be lived, so far.
Inroads within the wake of comfort zone
a melange of options shown for actions;
it gives an engaging answer to learn
in pursuit of love and openness to wounds.
Signs and wonders in today’s world,
reveal the message that God still cares;
though some people don’t look at this way
given that gift of faith in countless situations.
Now that modernity becomes superior,
in every way of living or communication;
with computers and electronics technology,
iconic symbols of the so-called Information.
But with higher gas and consumer prices,
along with recession fears and job layoffs;
there’s a call to be productive in every measure
to make ends meet and be really held accountable.
It slips to the periphery of life’s business and tests,
like a race in the battlefield where one competes;
wrestles with woes and sticks to what life holds,
with sense of freedom and God’s meaning to all.
Nightfall
creeps in
and out hearts are heavy
from the sorrows of the day
Break the psychic chains!
let the notes cut through
the pain
Violins sound sweet
Like a river of molten sugar
Feel the power of a flute
Crescendos, decrescendos come
and go
feel the brass and the beat of
the kettle drums
Rythm, and melody
surround you
Every atom in your being
Responds to the tones
of the eternal chorus
singing it's heart out
You are finally free!