Venturesome Pen

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/06/venturesome-2/

Not described as

Venturesome

By those I’ve met…

Perhaps

While writing:  pen clutched, I

Leap from cliff edge, graze unyielding rocks, emerge triumphant.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Image: Pixabay.com

The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.
Pi=3.14159…

Sacred Threshold (#writephoto)

Friday Foto Fun – Sacred

Kate asks: “What is sacred to you?”

Thursday photo prompt: Threshold #writephoto

A “sacred” place is anywhere

The Spirit of God is heard…

Heart hears footprints

Echoing impossibly

Before I see them…or

Step out, make my own.

Whispers in the wind

Mingled ‘mid seagulls…

Maligned birds I adore

Sad cries sound like ‘more’…

Whispering footsteps beckon

Softly, “Come on, you can, dare”.

Each day holds sacred threshold…

What, Who’s voice is calling?

It’s often “courage”…shake off

What binds freedom, deepest soul.

Take Sacred hand, God’s healing…

Become what He sees, be whole.

Life swift passes, don’t exit perched

On Destiny’s threshold, step through…

Taste triumph, heart, waiting within you.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Daredevil Warrior

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/04/daredevil/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/04/rdp-thursday-cast-off-cast-off/

Daredevil casts off

Fear

Possible public criticism, derision…

Life’s

Too brief for masks, chains

Warrior fights for person imprisoned…freedom, peace in authenticity.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Image: Pixabay.com

The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.
Pi=3.14159…

Status Alteration

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/11/your-daily-word-prompt-alteration-march-11-2019/

Alteration of status…

Divorced

Sounded like synonym for

FAILURE

But “Single” meant courage, freedom…

Forty-one years later, I check different box on forms.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Image: Pixabay.com

The Pi-Archimedes verse is:
○ a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines.
○ measured by the number of words in each line 3-1-4-1-5-9 to match the numerical sequence of the first six digits of Pi.
○ unrhymed.
Pi=3.14159…

February’s Winter

You know those days when you’re

Convinced you’ve gotten away easy

Dodged one of Life’s bullets?

There’s a mix of gratitude for faith proven

And complacency; a delicious sweet relief

An almost giddy joy ready to rise and

Percolate through your marrow…

And then “it” happens.

IT was merely “winter”…in my relatively

Temperate neighborhood (Pacific NW, USA).

We’d had no white Christmas, January

Had skated by without snowfall or

Hazardous ice to ratchet up my fear of

Falling, keep me housebound… And perhaps

Some instinct had moved my slow bones

To stock the larder anyway, and catch up

The laundry, which requires going outside to

The separate building housing our facilities.

I was enjoying the happy peace of any

Accomplishments ageing has not yet stolen;

Eager to cook a pot of creamy potato soup

With bacon, and settle into another

Patricia Highsmith novel… “Ripley”, her

Sly-scheming character who can escape

All but suspicion from multiple murders!

I’d paid no mind to the forecasts of

Possible snow…there had been nary a

Cloud, and temps remained comfortable

For this fat-insulated body.

Habit of curiosity, I glanced out the

Bedroom window, and oh…such a sight:

Belated Christmas card’s winter wonderland

Delight (my quite uncharacteristic response).

Silent snow, meringue-whipped white, fell

With determination of workers pressing

Toward deadline, the boss’s frown leaning

Weighty shadow over their shoulders.

For several days the sky was a burst

Bag of sugar spilling winter, undeniably

Pretty as it accumulated soft, heavy

Bringing normal activity for many to a halt:

Traffic, a horror; schools, workplaces closed.

Yet, soon I was itchy to take my chances—

Abandoning year-round sandals, I hunted

Packed away boxes for shoes with some

Semblance of tread.  I donned gloves

Pioneer attitude, grabbed cane and bested

The hill for “just in case” groceries.

It was challenging for most—our area

Isn’t well prepared, experienced with

Snowfall:  the county plows roads

And dumps their work onto sidewalks

Blocking some residential driveways.

Thus, pedestrians had to manage mute

Mountains of muddy sand-mixed snow.

There wasn’t garbage pick-up, no one

Could get in or out of our parking lot.

As melting began the cycle of

Slush-turned-to-ice-melt-freezing again

I congratulated myself for not submitting

To panic, depression in chilled isolation.

I mourned only the single silly cherry

Tree which every year puts out blooms

Too early, then freezes… And laughed at

Intrepid high-stepping crows.

Brief flurries teased last Sunday’s dawn…

But surely the surprising, sparkling

White wonderland is over for this year 🙂.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Image: Pixabay.com