Gutter or Glory

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/08/level/

Use wisdom, choosing

Friends…

We rise, fall to

Level

Of company we keep…associates

Can drag us down to gutter, raise to glory.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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…

Theme Reveal, Thank-you & Royal Pi

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/21/your-daily-word-prompt-royal-march-21-2019/

I wanted to thank everybody who has treated me like royalty, since opening this blog—I’m WOW’d by the support and wonderful comments I’ve received.  WordPress is a great neighborhood to live in.

As with anything else I write here, I say that sincerely—which now leads me to offer an apology in advance:  this weekend I’ll be having dinner guests (see poem which follows), and it’s likely I’ll be a less attentive reader of your posts, and not as “comment-y” in the boxes…due to the necessary preparations.  I rarely have guests, and I’ve been longing to dress up my blessed table…and serve actual (not imaginary) people🙂

Final note:  I had initially signed up for April’s A to Z Challenge with no theme in mind…figured I’d just go “Eclectic”, as usual🙂  But I’ve felt immensely blessed of late, JOY returning…so I think it’s only suiting that I announce “Faith” as my theme.  Some days (& alphabet letters) may be more challenging than others, which means posts could reflect mercurial moods…but all in the context of my genuine, authentic Faith.  Hopefully it will go well and I won’t completely lose my mind…by doing April’s NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo at the same time.

Again, my huge and heartfelt gratitude to EVERYONE who visits here…you have been harbingers of spring and a much improved year And now, the poem:

Royal dinner guests

Acquaintances

Who might become good

Friends…

Invitation to blessed table, mine

For, who knows, I may be entertaining angels unaware.

“Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.”  Hebrews 13:2, NASB (Bible Verse: biblehub.com)

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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…

Table setting Image: Pixabay.com

Sailboat Slammer’d (3TC)

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/13/the-three-things-challenge-pl28/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/14/your-daily-word-prompt-sail-march-14-2019/

Today’s prompt: nose, Alabama, sailboat

I do not sail…I adore the water

From shore’s unmoving vantage.

So I bid the group fair voyage as

They boarded gleaming sailboat…and

Settled on the sand, novel in hand.

Gaily their voices, laughter sang loud

Across teal distance…such fun to be

Had—getting sunburned, hoisting

Host’s cocktail…Alabama Slammers. 

Glancing up, I watched joyous boat

Slam nose into stone jetty.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Image: Pixabay.com

Brunch With the Oracle

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/06/three-things-challenge-pl21/

Today’s prompt: oracle, brunch, volume

Brunch with ‘the oracle‘ was always good

Entertainment, an escape from ennui…

Cort was sort of George-Hamilton-ish

Dressed impeccably, expensively, his

Style matching his personality…

Volume forever cranked up High.

He knew everybody who was anybody

So that made me “Somebody”…

And I’d been intrigued by his claim

To be a psychic-whatever, though

It kinda gave me heebie-jeebies.

I wondered if his visions were

Proportionate to alcohol intake…

The volume he consumed during

Our leisurely brunches would

Have laid me out permanently.

Chatting affably and drinking

Champagne, he suddenly stopped

Mid-sentence, peered at me intently.

Before I could ask, “what??”, he said

“A cloud moved across your face, of

An interesting hue, aubergine

Does that mean something to you?”

I sat up straighter, pondering…

“It was part of a poem,” I whispered.

“Yes! You are writing?”

I shrugged, “just the blog”.

“How does the color make you feel?”

“Inspired?”

“But you say it as a question…

Tell me what you feel.”

“I like it…it stirs my marrow”.

He rested chin on hand…“hmm, I see”.

What do you see?”  I asked impatiently.

“When the marrow is stirred, you will

Either fall in love soon…or you’ll discover

Success you didn’t realize you aspired to.”

We left the restaurant, calling to each

Other, “until next time!”

What if ‘the oracle’s’ words weren’t

Mere champagne buzz…?

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Image: Pixabay.com