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

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

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

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

Apart at the Seams

Falling Apart at the Seams, photo by Jocey K, from Flickr

Apart at the Seams

Pulling apart

At the seams

Pulling covers

Fight to sleep

Fight the dream

Fight self

Loss of steam

Pull it together

Stitched up tight

Wrapped in

Love tonight

Lay like feather

Hold dream

Together

© April 2012, Robbie Pruitt

Adore

Soaring, photo by parker yo!, from Flickr, Creative Commons

Adore

Our love burns like fire

Beyond our desire

Beyond definition

Beyond encyclopedia description

Our love soars—

Flies high above expectation

Like a mother bird adores

© April 1, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

Love Thunder

Thunder, photo by mhaller1979 from Flickr, Creative Commons

Love Thunder

Our love is happy

To combat the gloom

Love thunder—

Making room

You let down your hair

Electric is our love

As love fills the air

© April 2, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

The Bell Tolls Desire

Tintinnabulation, photo by K. M. Gong, from Creative Commons

The Bell Tolls Desire

Tintinnabulation

When toes touch body

In undulation

The windows fog

Your mouth soft on mine

Ratcheting desire in time

The bell tolls desire

Our love will never tire


© April 3, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

Desire

Desire Burns Within, photo by smkybear from flickr

Desire

Hunger and thirst

Until what is inside

Comes out in a burst

A yearning tide

Until outpourings

Release and reside

© January 29, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

“I charge you: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.” –Song of Songs 8:4


This poem, Desire, was submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday, October 29, 2013. To see more poems submitted to Open Link Night, please visit the site here. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.

Pour

Pouring Liquid Gold, photo by The Puzzler

Pour

Soaked in

Love

Filled within

Then poured

Out again

© January 4, 2012, Robbie Pruitt

“But when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us generously through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that, having been justified by his grace, we might become heirs having the hope of eternal life.” –Titus 3:4-7

This poem, Pour, was submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday, August 20, 2013. To see more poems submitted to Open Link Night, please visit the site here. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.

Mountain Laurel

Mountain Laurel, photo by Jason Hollinger, pellaea, from Flickr

Tomorrow, May 29^th, my wife Irene and I will celebrate nine years of marriage. One afternoon, about ten years ago, we hiked to this beautiful mountain cove with a stunning view of a waterfall. Irene painted and I wrote several poems. This is one of those poems about our love that the Mountain Laurel witnessed that day, before we knew.

Mountain Laurel

The Mountain Laurel sees little in their mountain cove

In their little huddle they call a grove

Hugging tightly the weathered steeps

Rooting down to watery deeps

Love roots down like the love the Laurel observed

On that fresh and new spring day,

As love hugged tightly the weathered steeps,

Reaching deeply to love’s refreshing waters deep.

The Mountain Laurel saw love that spring day
     in their mountain cove,

From their little huddle they call a grove,

They hugged tightly to love’s steeps and to how love shows,

Rooting down to love’s deeps,
     and now the Mountain Laurel knows.

© Robbie Pruitt, 2003

This poem was submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday, May 28, 2013. To see more poems submitted to Open Link Night, please visit the site here. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for thisweek’s poems.

Kalmia, Mountain Laurel, photo by InAweofGod'sCreation 

Love Carries

Ocean, photo by Stephen Edgar, from Flickr

Love Carries

Love carries like an ocean’s tide

Carries along two lovers

By the shoreline

The cold wind against them

Under overcast skies

As they bask in the sunlight

Of love filled eyes

© 2001, Robbie Pruitt

     Inspired by a long walk on the beach--
          in North Myrtle Beach, South Carolina

This poem was submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets on Tuesday, May 7, 2013. To see more poems submitted, please visit the site. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time on Tuesday. Check “Mr. Linky” for this week’s poems.

Summer’s Air

Spier Willow Trees, by Ula Gillion from Flickr here

Summer’s Air

Her skin was radiant

As the noon sun

Illuminated softly

Through the shade

Of the willow tree

The smell of fried chicken

Arose from the picnic basket

We reclined on the plaid blanket

Questioning silently if this was love

If the summer’s air would hold redemption

The smell of watermelon wafted in the breeze

As the willow cradled and sheltered us in its leaves

Before it occurred to me there was no melon

Her glossy rosy-red lips touched mine in fruitful passion

Watermelon never tasted so good in summer’s air

© April 3, 2013, Robbie Pruitt