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

Graceful Moon

Graceful Moon

The silent white tuft of moon

Hangs in quietness in blue

Observing my love of you

“Grace, I love the moon,

And I love you,

But I love you more than the moon.”

© January 30, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

In trailing robes of white and palest blue. 

Photo by @sage_solar, from Flickr, Creative Commons

Lifeblood

Lifeblood

The embodied Word bleeds

When one speaks it

It pours out in hemorrhage

Giving Life for those who seek it.

© January 30, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Blood, photo by Mate Marschalko, from Flickr, Creative Commons

Shroud

Shroud

The river runs red

Scarlet like a cord

Through a curtain

A garment of our Lord

Crimson and Purple

And Gold and dread

From thorn and head

Blood poured out—Royalty

In color and in crown

Until split in two—dead

And fallen to the ground


© January 30, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Cross in Crown of Thorns, photo by Doug1021, from Flickr, Creative Commons

Broken Flowers

Broken Flowers

The little boy

Pleading

For us to buy

His flowers

Broken

Flowers

Stampeding

Down the mountainside

The little boy

Whimpering

Pleading

For us to buy

Flowers

Broken

The world is full

Of whimpers

Of pleading

Of broken flowers

They wrestle

Over the money

Pull him away

To the ground

Broken

Flower

Lays still

On the Ground

Broken

The world is full

Of flowers

Broken


© April 12, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

Albania-02465, photo by Beauty in Albania, from Flickr, Creative Commons

White Man Tries to Tame the Dame

White Man Tries to Tame the Dame

White man wanted to make a lady out of Jazz,

But her promiscuity and free spirited rhythm

Would keep her out late at night with her own pizazz—

Not to be tamed, this dame, she’s a flapper it’s what she has.


© October 4, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

Paul Whiteman for Victrola, photo by Don O'Brien, from Flickr, Creative Commons

The Atmosphere of Jazz

The Atmosphere of Jazz

Mr. Paul Arpee is soothed by Jazz

He rests in the ambiance any chance he has

When stress arises the song gives way

Leaving him relaxed to face another day.

© October 4, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

Big Band Jazz Night, photo by Ed Schipul, from Flickr, Creative Commons