The Punishment

Three pairs of hands
forever playing
that invisible game.

They knew the risk
yet played anyway
and this is what it cost.

Set out for an example,
the morbid sight warns
all others who may be
tempted to do the same.

Never again will they feel
with their fingertips;
hold what they love
in their hands.

This is the punishment.
Be careful not to fall
to the same fate.

*Inspired by "Church" By Emily Williams

Dark Guardian

She stands in the corner,
Cloaked in darkness.
Inviting is her appearance
with eyes downcast
and open arms.

But the darkness
overpowers all.
The exploding lights
bring chaos.
Where is the peace
her presence seems to promise?

*Inspired by "Guardian" By Carrolin Jackson

There is a divide

Between what is seen
and what you feel
when you reach the other side
there is a divide.

There is beauty in the view
from that window in front of you.
But something is holding you back
from crossing the divide.

If only you could see
how glorious the other side is
if you would only take a chance
and step over the divide.

Enter and do not look back.

*Inspired by "Van Gogh's Irises" by Emily Friesen

Run

You must run;
Run far from here
if you know
what is good for you.
Even if you don't,
please listen to me.
You are dying;
surely you see it.
Save yourself.

Narrative Poem (*Needs Title*)

He chattered constantly as we descended
on the moving stairs
It was a normal day at the shopping centre
Or so we all thought.
"Ow ow ow"
He began to cry,
and I slowly turned
my attention to him.
What could it be
this time?
Probably nothing
I thought as I went to turn
back away.
But no.
His foot was
trapped.
I couldn't pull him
out
no matter how hard I tried.
Others rushed to
help
as well.
Over an
hour
passed,
though it seemed like more.
Finally,
with much help
he was free.
I wipe my eyes
and sigh.

The Cup of Jesus

The cup is full;
Drink.
Many have,
but even now,
it is still full.
Waiting
for you.

First Draft of a Sonnet

The sky was bright with hope and peace for years
It seemed that all was well with everything
So tiny, insignificant were fears
And all events gave a reason to sing.

 But then darkness came; with sadness and fear

Though no one knew why this was happening.

The joy that once was, was no longer here.
But hope was soon to come like the new spring.

The hope that came was most unexpected

Who would have thought a mechanical wave?

Sneaking out of the dark, unsuspected
This hope is often the thing that will save

 So many things are not the same

But it’s better now than when we came.