Destinies intertwine with no roadmap
life altering chances will never come twice
~ the future is a minefield
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Hit the right button
embarrassment's deleted
A moment's distraction
~ secreted
In the middle of the lake, I was in a metal boat
A storm brewed lightening, where I was afloat
11/29/19
Entry for Hit me an Epi-Pen Poetry Contest. Sponsor Maureen McGreavy
Theme: Reaction
Can we love someone without loving them
Kinda difficult to explain, I'll try my best then
You see it's like this
It can be hit or miss
I'll be fine when the pills kick in again
From their splendid new homes unto my brush
The cascades of colors come
To celebrate vines, fruit, healthy branches
For four and five hours' meditation
On John's Gospel (Chapter 15)
Meanwhile back at the ranch
Folks love the cross - as jewellery - not on canvas
Was I too loud, in your face, with my pretty trellis?
After all vines are most productive on trellises,
Or hidden crosses. Aren't they supposed to bear fruit?
Those who buy my acrylic crosses on Psalm 23
Or the more ubiquitous John 15, are few
They are wonderful Christmas & Thanksgiving gifts
(That pleased a dying Bill Diles in Athens, Ohio, years ago)
Yet any words of encouragement are welcome
For the four and five hours each canvas takes on days
When time oppresses with threats to excite with sins
That were usual in my youth, sex and such boring things,
So these meditations are welcome, LORD, for they say
You are changing my heart and renewing my mind
In my art, am I a little David, a man after Thy own heart?
HIT OR MISS
when the razor-smiled
chaos starts
unzipping
swirling swaying
anarchy
select your
hit or miss
learn to disguise hurt
laugh at decay
shadowing
heart beats retreating
diversity
pumping
hit or miss
six million bones
are learning to
beam
strange festivity
multiplying
lightning
hit or miss
© Kim van Breda
I imagine a world better than this
Only to realize it’s hit or miss
Some days you hit the ball out of the park
While other days it’s hard to see where to start...
Seeing is believing and belief it will grow
All that I need shall be all that I know
Sometimes things aren’t as they appear
The perspective changes as you grow near.
Hearing without listening nothing is heard
To think you just know is quite absurd
Many things change from one day to the other
As your perspective changes you will discover.
I walk out today with no destination in mind
I open my eyes and it’s a treasure I find
I get on board so I don’t get left behind
Vision returns where once I was blind.
I need to work more on developing faith
Make it a home a place that is safe
Sometimes I’m stubborn and try to save face
This is the time I must learn grace.
Te sun sets and the day is done
The horizon greets the vanishing sun
I hope to do better than the day before
Only reason is because I want this more.
Such inanity seeking a deity's benevolence
when the world is spinning out of control,
pleading for magical, divine intervention
to shield me safely from the storm.
Too often holding back, You self-absorbed One!
your oft repeated promise no answer to my fears;
worthless grace withheld from least favored men
yet abundantly showered on a few favorite ones.
Times when your comforting presence is needed
is when You stay away, nonchalantly forsaking,
responding to humanity's helpless plea, if at all,
on tyrant's whim than true providential mercy.
Finally I learn at last out in this long, lonely road
to shape destiny's hand solely through my power,
neither asking nor begging for hyped up generosity
that more often than not is just 'hit or miss' anyway!
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