Here is a tanka I wrote. A tanka is a Japanese poetic form. It consist of 5 lines the first and the 3rd line have 5 syllables and the other lines have 7 syllables.
God bring the glory
Open up the heavens with power
You’re the glory cloud
That the Israelites followed
Reign that majesty in hearts again
(C) Carly Wiggins 2019
Flowers are ingenious beauties
Fragrance like heavenly air
Texture like the softest cotton
What if they could talk?
What would they say?
Would they cry out in despair?
Say they feel forgotten?
God birthed them into existence
He said to the ground produce vegetation
He blessed these seed-bearing plants
What would God have to say?
If He was right in front of you?
These flowers are dying from stagnation
And dying from chemicals like that of fire ants
Thousand of flowers burning in the rain forest
Vexation makes us do silly things
Land and profit is more vital than common sense
But flowers provide beauty, love and life
But is it too late?
Truth stings
So now is not the time to be on the fence
(C) Carly Wiggins 2019
Changes and go
Some feel like death row
But some feel like being in Montego
A shift in the seasons
Give you all these warm feelings
Hang on, don’t give up
You don’t like this bitter cup
But one day, joy will erupt
And a new growth will sprout
And it will rain in this drought
(C) Carly Wiggins 2019
We need freedom
Like a horse roaming free
Nobody wants to be chained
Or falsely blamed
Sometimes the freedom comes later on
Jesus wasn’t free at Calvary
But victory was on the horizon
What a sacrificial Son!
It takes some time
What else can I say?
The birthing pains
Of learning to walk without canes
Scripture can help
Keep you on the right path
And prayer can steady those feet
Without delay, you wouldn’t conquer defeat
(C) Carly Wiggins 2019
Here is a poem I wrote called, “My Quill,” with the beautiful backdrop of the waterfront of Burlington, Vermont. I did a spoken version of it on my YouTube channel called, Carly’s Niche. I hope you enjoy and feel free to subscribe for more videos! I try to post a video every week to two weeks. 🙂
Here is the poem:
MY QUILL
Many words inspire the page
As the quill sets the stage
I could use any writing tool
Don’t mistake me for being uncool
I know it’s the 21st century
But I love to write as you can see
I know I could use my iPad to type
But I won’t when the passion’s ripe
My quill, my quill, my quill
I can write at will
Carefully crafting my words
Like a guitarist makes his chords
(C) Carly Wiggins 2018
I have been spending the summer in Burlington, Vermont. Getting away from the Texas heat! So beautiful! Vermont has a lot of charm. Some of these pictures are from Stowe, Vermont. Enjoy! 🙂🌲
Many words inspire the page
As the quill sets the stage
I could use any writing tool
Don’t mistake me for being uncool
I know it’s the 21st century
But I love to write as you can see
I know I could use my IPad to type
But I won’t when the passion’s ripe
My quill, my quill, my quill
I can write at will
Carefully crafting my words
Like a guitarist makes his chords
(C) Carly Wiggins 2018
Our energies have to be kinetic
Potential energy isn’t enough
When we move forward towards love
We become magnetic
The sparks start to fly
The circuit turns on
The moving energy flows
The pendulum rotates nigh
Love can explain science
And science can explain love
But they can’t live apart
They would create a world of silence
Babies being born
Is such a verb
Love is a verb too
Love and science takes form
Because science is action
Science defines our world
Through theories and studies
But it’s still the law of attraction
(C) Carly Wiggins 2017
The shadows bounce off the wall
As the evening sun starts to fall
Are you brave in the night?
As an owl ready to take flight?
You decide once and for all
If you can stand up to the moonlight
(C) Carly Wiggins 2019
Phone in hand
Eyes closed
Wrecked car
Shut down roads
Do we think
Before we speak?
Do we think
Before we act?
Crushed bones
Cut lip
This car
Was sinking ship
As soon as
She bent her neck
And maneuvered
Her fingers
Multiple streets
Of opportunity
And devastation
Can’t you see
We are one step away
From night stays
By a breathing machine
Or an early grave
(C) Carly Wiggins 2019
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