grace

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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Winning At Life

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WINNING AT LIFE

Morning glory
leaves me feeling
hopeful; kneeling,
I ask for grace.

Full of love He
turns to my face…
here, in this place
you seek, I give

grace and mercy.
You’ve learned to live
My heart, your sieve–
and peace remains.

2016-06-24
P. Wanken

Shared at Poetic Bloomings – Prompt 187: Winning and Losing

and for Poetic Bloomings InForm Poet: Pathya Vat

Transformation

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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.

2016-06-08
P. Wanken

Shared at Poetic Asides for the Ovillejo form.

 

Gift of Grace

GIFT OF GRACE

The season has come for the garden to lie fallow. Rambunctious swallows, long obsolete, left only crumbs in the feeders. Trees, having lost their leaves, are nothing more than hat-racks. But it is Bell Pond they’ve watched, and waited upon, as it has completed its annual transformation into an icy ballroom. They come from far and near – some by foot, others by automobile – to admire her beauty and grace. Who she is, no one knows. That she will come, they are certain. And she will leave them with a piece of herself as she glides once again into their hearts.

2011-10-09
P. Wanken

Written for The Sunday Whirl’s prompt to use the words: pond, swallows, rambunctious, fallow, automobile, crumb, ballroom, admire, bell, hat-rack, obsolete, and garden. It’s also a first attempt at “prose poetry” — so please feel free to give feedback on form, as well. 🙂