God’s love

Transformation — An Ovillejo Poem

Robert Lee Brewer is an editor for Writer’s Digest, and hosts their poetry blog Poetic Asides. He provides weekly prompts, facilitates two Poem-A-Day (PAD) challenges each year (in April, for National Poetry Writing Month; and November, for a chapbook challenge that coincides with National Novel Writing Month), and throughout the year he introduces new poetry forms and often hosts a challenge for those new forms. The April and November PAD challenges, and the form challenges, result in a winner (or winners) being chosen.

In June this year, we were introduced to the Ovillejo form, and the subsequent challenge. Robert’s explanation of the form is here: OVILLEJO.

Today, August 1, Robert posted his selections for the top 10 Ovillejo poems. And for the second time in three months, my name was on the list! (See the list of winners here.) I had submitted five Ovillejo poems, and here is the one that placed in the top 10:

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TRANSFORMATION

We’re in desperate need of more grace
in this place.

Have we been reduced to primates,
filled with hate?

Guidance can come from God, above;
He is love.

In the end, when push comes to shove,
we’re family to each other:
sister, brother, father, mother.
In this place filled with hate, He is love.

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Reflection Of His Affection

 

REFLECTION OF HIS AFFECTION

Hosea.
Known (by some)
as a prophet
who squandered
his affections.
I see a man
heroic in his patience
(not flying off the handle
in anger or violence),
disciplined in his love
(making every moment count).
Through tears
he would gaze upon his wife
as the treasure she was,
rather than the woman
who was stealing away
to be with another,
taking pieces of his heart with her.

A reflection of His sublime affection:
love without limits.

2013-02-26
P. Wanken

 

Inspired by the Biblical story of Hosea and his wife Gomer, found in the book of Hosea; and by the words provided by The Sunday Whirl #97: discipline, pieces, stealing, heroic, moment, fly, prophets, limits, gazing, patience, tears, and sublime.

Upside Down Perspective

My life was turned upside down,
all I’d been holding onto was
slipping away from me
one after the next
til I felt totally
emptied;
every
thing
was
go
n
e
.
t
h
en
you
came
and my
world was
turned upside
down again and
I saw my life as full
and made stronger, now
I can empty myself to those
around me, given to me to love.

2011-12-30
P. Wanken

Because He loved me first.
I John 4:19

Written for Poetic Asides prompt to write a “new start” poem…and, based on a passage in John that speaks of God’s love.

The Lost Coin

THE LOST COIN

lost
alone

wandering in circles
on cobbled streets

an aimless adventure
in this concrete jungle

a myriad of signs calling:
Remember Me

fearful
to the Church she returns

in the face of God
she repents; and

finds
acceptance

2011-10-02
P. Wanken

Written for The Sunday Whirl, using their 12-word prompt: adventure, fearful, signs, face, cobbled, myriad, lost, alone, concrete, remember, church, circle.