Fields of Gold

Golden Field, photo by Axel Schwenke

Fields of Gold

Coronas in mid-morning-cold

Speeding past fields blowing bold

Spinning straw into gold


© December 30, 2013, 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

Judas: 30 Pieces of Silver

Judas Iscariot, photo by Missional Volunteer

Judas: 30 Pieces of Silver

I’ve got 30 pieces of me

Wrapped up in sackcloth and misery

30 pieces of treachery

Silver pieces of sin and sorrow

Turning freedom into slavery

Stealing away my tomorrow

I’ve got 30 pieces of silver sin

Selling me out and trading me in

30 pieces of death and regret

Cheap trinkets and lies—I lost the bet

Without a doubt—I’ve got 30 pieces of selling out

Gambled with Life and sold Him strife!

This is what I’m all about

My life hangs in silver pieces

Death and judgment into eternity

I’ve got 30 pieces of me

One silver coin of self-flipping in the air—

No sense of concern; no empathy; no care

One silver coin of selfishness and apathy—

I led them to he garden at night, you see—

Darkness got the best of me

One silver coin of greed and tragedy—

A public spectacle for all to see

One silver coin slide—

I have nothing but my pride

One silver coin roll—

I’m a devil out of control

One silver coin of lies—

Deceit covered all eyes

One silver coin would just roll and roll—

Religion takes its toll; it sells the soul

One silver coin of shame—

I gave them His place and His name

One silver coin of lust—

I seek my own good, because I must

One silver coin tumbles to the floor—

All I wanted was just a little more

One silver coin sings with a ring—

I sold out The King of Kings—

For anything a King would bring

One silver coin crashes—

I took the money and He took the lashes

One silver coin shimmer—

It’s the things of this world that glimmer

One silver coin of thirty—

My hands are dirty

One silver coin fall—

This looser looses all

One silver coin bounces and flips—

Trust is gone; I’ve lost my grip

One silver coin hits the wall—

I took the money; He took the fall

One silver coin clashes another—

I sold out my brother

One silver coin dances in the spill—

I stole from the poor; it’s a bitter pill

One silver coin with another, they meet—

I betray with a kiss when I greet

One silver coin rolled alone—

It spilt out upon the stone

One silver coin numbered with many—

Buried in the potter’s field, a death as good as any

One silver coin spun in time—

We dip together when we dine, His hand and mine

One silver coin teetered and swayed—

Lies, death, greed, lust and idols persuade

One silver coin drops in line—

A coward coerced and without a spine

One silver coin follows the other—

In the darkness of the darkness’s cover

One silver coin snags and shakes loose—

Hangs in the bag like the betrayer’s noose

One silver coin fell through the cracks—

This one has a devil and the devil gives no take-backs

One silver coin snagged and delayed—

The deed has been done; He was betrayed

One silver coin splashed and up it sprang—

There from the branch despair would hang

I’ve got 30 pieces of me

Poured out on the ground for all to see


© February 26, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

Judas: Blood Cries from the Ground

Cain Killing Able, photo by gabork, from Creative Commons

Judas: Blood Cries from the Ground

Judas—The Potter’s Field

Drips with the blood

Of this tree’s yield

Your Brother’s blood

It cries out—Judas—

From the ground

As in the days of Able—

The day of Cain’s betrayal.

He offered the perfect sacrifice

But yours would not suffice

And it cries from the ground

Below the burst of the noose

Where your life was bound.

Redemption was won on another tree,

—Judas—Bought by the blood of Calvary

A perfect sacrifice for eternity

He is His brother’s keeper

In this—This is His perfect chivalry


© February 11, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

Judas

Judas Iscariot, photo by paukrus, from Flickr

Judas

The one who dips with me

My betrayer is at hand

Do what you are going to do

Do it quickly

Caught red handed

Betrayal—

Betrayer, I am branded

Sealed with a kiss

The deed is done

I’m exposed. All is amiss.

30 pieces of silver

Clash against cobblestones

Splashed out under the overtones

I was paid and now I am alone

Hung from the proceeds

Buried in the land that bleeds

In the Potter’s Field

Dangled from a tree

Blood spilled out and burst asunder

Buried under guilt below broken noose

Turned inside out and cut loose

Death and consequences revealed

© February 11, 2014, Robbie Pruitt

What goes with a poem?

Poetry Books, photo by chillihead from Flickr

What goes with a poem?

Words and wisdom

Whimsy and wine

Weariness and waywardness

Whimsy and whine

Wishful thinking and water

Waking and want

Wallowing and woe

Whimpering and why

Will and whim

Will I and will you

Weakness and we

Withholding and wandering

Wonder and winter

War and wages

Woman and wild

Warped and worry

Walking and withering

Writhing and writing

Wincing and wrenching

Winsome and winning

Whenever and wherever

Whoever and whatever


© January 23, 2013, Robbie Pruitt

Tin

Tin Siding Texture, photo by TinaSea from Flickr

Tin

The tin roof

Rattles in the wind

Drums at the branches

As they blow

Creeks under the weight

Of winter’s first snow

And has a tinny ring

In the first rains of spring

The tin roof—she sings


© February 6, 2014, Robbie Pruitt