Typewriters

Typewriter, photo by nicoleleec, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Write a poem about typewriters, for Mark.

Typewriters: for Mark and Joshua

Too many words
you leave
patiently inked
eloquently constructed
written in love
resourcefully
inscribed
in type.
Every machine has a story,
As real as the words you create.
Soulful. 

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Covenant Love

Promise, photo by Ken Sutton, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Covenant love: spire, reflection, wave, red, beard, moss

Covenant Love: for Barry

Covenant love,
as old as the beard of father time,
binding as moss to the oak tree,
sealed in red blood,
shed for you and for me,
lifted up in spire,
a wave of grace, promise, and love,
which will never tire,
in the reflection up above.

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Silence

Silence, photo by Sean MacEntee, from Flickr, Creative Common

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Poem on vibrant and personal worship

Silence: The Words of Worship: for Jim

When my words fail,
I sit in silence
as you sing over me.

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt


“The LORD your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing." –Zephaniah 3:17, NIV

Confidante

Painted Dance, photo by Shannon Kringen, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Confidante: twinkle eyes bare feet broom

Confidante: for Kimberly

We danced
in bare feet,
sweeping
as a broom
at twilight.
The twinkle
of our love filled eyes
lit up the room.

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Hugs

Hug, photo by Marco, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Title: Hugs

Words: trust, comfort, pain

Hugs: for Jesse

An embrace,
hugs, to hold,
to linger and remain,
to build the trust,
to comfort the pain.


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Joy

Creek waking, photo by SteveD91, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Joy, river, living, treasure, time, sweet, wisdom.

Joy: for Paige

The River flowed Life,
a living treasure,
gushing through time,
whispering sweet wisdom,
flooding joy—sublime.

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Glimpses

Glimpse, photo by Paul Englefield, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Title: Glimpses

Words: waiting, opportunity, choices

Glimpses: for Martha

We catch glimpses
of our heart’s desires,
when our souls take breath,
belabored and tired,
in aches of sorrow,
while waiting on tomorrow,
as opportunity gives way
in the choices displayed.

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Eavesdropping on the Divine

Resilience, photo by Chris Campbell, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Resilience. An overheard conversation. Soil.

Eavesdropping on the Divine: for Ed

We listened,
though we never meant to pry.
We wanted answers.
We needed to know why.

We heard, “The same soil that sprouted
the grass that withers,
and the flower that fades,
nurtures the Word—resilience.”


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

To the Ages

Through the years, photo by Dan Cook Archived, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Strength. Stress in older years.

To the Ages: for Vicki

The years and the stress
come with strength and resolve
bringing in wisdom untold
and joy as the story unfolds.

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Determination

Take Courage, photo by S Khan, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Determination

Determination: for Darlene

Determined,
she faces the night,
with grit and grace,
to face the fright.


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Hope

Hope, photo by Gedalya, AKA David Gott, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

A wing, a prayer, and hope.

Hope: for Linda

Hope sprouts wings,
she flies and she sings,
a prayer for tomorrow
the removal of all sorrow.

“Hope springs eternal,”
so the saying goes.
It’s because hope knows.

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Oceans

Ocean, photo by Victor, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Concept: oceans

I love the ocean. It is never ending, reminding me of God’s love for us.

Oceans: for Fay Love

The vastness of the oceans

spread wide as arms

open in longing for embrace.

The peaceful shoreline welcoming,

the silent breeze whispering His love,

the depths swallow—all forgiving.

As far as the east is from the west,

as wide as the current’s tide,

as deep as the oceans,

God’s love and forgiveness abides.

© April 3, 2016, Robbie Pruitt

“Once again you will have compassion on us. You will trample our sins under your feet and throw them into the depths of the ocean!” –Micah 7:19, NLT

“As far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us.” –Psalm 103:12, NIV

Agape Love

Agape, photo by Marcelino Rapayla Jr., from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Concept: Agape Love

Agape Love: for Crysty

The true friend, the sister, the brother,

looks beyond the self and to the other.

The Christian’s love doth commune!

It spills out into service and makes room—

space and time, for people, the body, His bride—

God’s church—under His cross—under His steeple.

Agape love is broken as bread and intertwines.

It pours out in communion wine—in joy—as we dine.

Agape love is a feast of fellowship divine.

His life and love poured out for yours and for mine.

© April 2, 2016, Robbie Pruitt

Seeing the Flowers

Poppies on the Golan Heights, photo by Ian Scott, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Title: Seeing the Flowers

Concept: something about seeing the flowers instead of the mountains

Seeing the Flowers: for Elaine

The splendor of the rolling hills

and peaks captivated him for hours.

Their majesty and splendor towered.

She reflected. Through the windowpane,

flowers emerged, as the landscape waned

from brown, to green, to color stained.

The blooms blew gently in the spring breeze.

Their colors rolled in shades of red and purple hue.

“Look!” she exclaimed. He replied, “This mountain view!”

He saw the mountains, while she saw the flowers.

There is something about seeing

the flowers instead of the mountains.


© April 2, 2016, Robbie Pruitt

Healing Words

The Whisper, Photo by Brian Smithson, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry. 

Healing words

Healing Words: for Marcy

Healing words
They breathe life
Like balm and salve
They soothe
Nurturing the soul
Encouraging
They extol
Nurturing
They make us whole

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

God's Beautiful Gift To Us

Nativity Icon, Photo by Ted, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry. 

God's beautiful gift to us

God's Beautiful Gift To Us: for Fred

God's beautiful gift to us
Was wrapped small and tight
In swaddling clothes
In the star lit night

Heaven and earth collided
In manger and in stall
To reveal the love of God
For one and for all

God's beautiful gift to us
In a package humble and small
Ushers in God’s Kingdom
Giving life and restoration to the fall

© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Harvest

Soybeans Ready for Harvest, from Flickr, Creative Commons

This National Poetry Month I will be posting a sequence of poems, written last year and this year, for others in a series called Giving Poetry. In this series, people request a poem using a title, specific words, concepts, or ideas. After writing the poem, I send it to them, posting it on Facebook and on my blog. This is Giving Poetry.

Title: Harvest

Words: autumn, sunrise, Jesus

Harvest: for Elizabeth

Autumn waits

For the sunrise

To usher in the spring

For planting and sewing

And then the harvest

The fruits Jesus would bring


© February 5, 2015, Robbie Pruitt