Category: Poetry
Words to Honor Her
I heard someone say once that poetry is simply the right words placed in perfect order. Well, if you have ever written a poem, you know how challenging and yet fun it is to find the appropriate words and arrange them perfectly to express your heart. Hard work and rewarding work. Here are a few…
Bruised Reed
Bruised Reed Hollow face pressing desperate upon stones built by Herod. Grief lines penetrating fragile bones, tear stains etching cold outlines. Bruise reed, shivering upon the wall, cast your wound into the sea’s deepest part, salve in its forgiving depths. Justice slept in your seed and awoke to plane the unequal surface square. ~bsw
More about Roots than Blossoms
Mothers are more about roots than blossoms, and thank God for that! Where would I be without some well-grounded mothering?
Bonnie Saul Wilks 