In the quagmire ooze of daily trudge,
where the mire of monotony
clings cold, congealed in sorrow,
it takes only a spark of inspiration,
to transform an ordinary morsel
into a shimmering taste of sheer joy.
Echoes that entices, suffices.
I carry my sample bag handy,
stocked with my pet peeves in reverse.
Tiny things that you take time
to notice, and create space for,
that bring gemstones of joy shining:
The smell of rain, with storm's first drops.
The wispy waft of coffee, freshly brewed.
A rare bird sighted or heard, out of season.
A few chords of a beloved song.
Warm socks from the dryer.
A wink, glace, a tiny half-backed smile.
First touch of warm hands.
Fresh bread from the oven.
Noticing my things I placed in extraordinary ways.
A doodle scribbled on my notepad
Inspiring word or phrases recorded.
Doing things at half-speed, to spool like honey.
In all these little ways on long days
these echoes entice, suffice.
Categories:
suffices, joy, life, light,
Form: Free verse
Despite vanilla's subtle sweet and unique exquisiteness
it's encumbered by being considered plain basic and unexciting.
It's seen as being neutral, insipid in need of embellishment
It's a blank soft white canvas needing to be added to.
But in essence, the vanilla bean seed
has a sweet, creamy, sweet and slightly floral taste.
It has a gentle lovely and subtle aroma.
Vanilla is the muse for every dessert makers dream,
In custard, ice-cream, cookies and cakes you adore,
Vanilla infuses its magic in every bite we explore,
Imparting a fragrance that lingers long on the tongue.
Vanilla much belied, maligned, vilified, mocked and ostracized,
Deserves another go, all on its own, plain and simple!
Categories:
suffices, food,
Form: Free verse
glut and excess entices gluttony and greed
going beyond enough,
beyond the ample sufficiency
is to become stuffed stupid,
bloated to distended, chubby fat
when scant suffices
our needs are few,
we savor every morsel and crumb
we cherish simplicity
the joy of each moment ticked
the joy of the doing, not the done
we cherish every
tiny loving touch, brush and blush,
every heartfelt phrase,
every wink or two eye glints
we relish every smile as kiss
every eye-to-eye contact an embrace
When scant suffices
staying hungry keeps the thirst for more fresh
there's such elegance in simplicity
such grace in humility's embrace
When scant suffices
there's sufficiency of self
leaving the cup half-full, frugal
for a little more to come,
besides.
Categories:
suffices, absence, chocolate, desire, food,
Form: Free verse
we have a crisis
enough and it suffices
tremendious prices
Seems to be story of current happenings.
If we would only knew what to expect next.
God always does regardless if we do or not.
I pray to Him having hoped for best results.
Our deaths will always have to deal with.
No matter what, our births do result in death.
Life is final and complete ending up in heaven.
This is only place that I wanted to end up at.
Will be in God's hands in complete comfort.
God always creates enjoyable experience for us.
We can sit back and enjoy each and everyone.
Am glad that I did join crowd created by God.
Only love and kindness has existed there.
Jim Horn
Categories:
suffices, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Could Be Crisis Which Suffices
could be big crisis
we know always suffices
full of surprises
Categories:
suffices, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
It is buried rather deeply
in my far away recall,
the little paper Christmas tree
we had when I was small.
It had metal candle holders
on the end of each thin bough.
How it looked when it was lighted
I cannot remember now.
Perhaps one blaze of glory
with my daddy standing by
with a bucket full of water
if the flame should get too high.
A flash of recognition
when I saw it on the show
of the antiques and mementos
from the years of long ago.
My brothers would remember,
they're no longer here to ask,
but covering it with baubles
would have been my mama's task.
I can see her bravely working,
barely holding back the tears
at the scarcity of presents
in those dark, depression years.
With the love that was wrapped with them
I doubt we children ever knew
gifts of that early Christmas
were both trivial and few.
By: Joyce 12/17/08
Categories:
suffices, childhood
Form: Rhyme