Fear Not – Trimeric

During Month of Poetry 2014, I discovered the trimeric, a beautiful form of poetry to write because it almost washes over you in waves, developing each line further. This is one that I share with people when they’re faced with uncertainty, grief, or illness. They’re not really my words. But I find great comfort and reassurance in each of these Bible promises.

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Thank-you Elizabeth for hosting this week’s Poetry Friday at Elizabeth Steinglass
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Clockwork Holidays – a poem

Clockwork Holidays

The clock has stopped. The bus has run.
School bags lie in wait, lunchboxes packed,
while uniforms hang about in dishevelment
and kids run free!

School bags lie in wait, lunchboxes packed
and stacked
away at the back of the cupboard.

While uniforms hang about in dishevelment,
waiting to be pressed into shape,
rumpled, crumpled comfy clothes are donned,

and kids run free!
No HW. No bedtimes. No alarms.
Unwinding as the clock… ticks… down… to… school.

 

My trimeric, for Day 23 Month of Poetry. We love the freedom of school holidays, and always feel a large slice of regret when the school year starts again.