Downer Days, Depart

"Death has been swallowed up in victory." (1 Corinthians 15:54b, NIV)

 

Downer Days, Depart

I’m looking forward to a date

Excitement builds. I cannot wait.

Oh, holiday –

Do not delay,

Just drive on, days, at rapid rate.

My misery in waiting grows

In mornings gloomy and morose.

A few days hence,

And joy intense

Will raise me to my tippy-toes.

A lot can change in three short days,

As haunted hole its loss betrays.

The Lord broke death,

Regaining breath.

E’ermore the world resounds in praise.

c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

April A to Z Blog Challenge

National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo

ABC Wednesday: “M” is for “misery,” “mornings,” and “morose.”

Meme Express: “just drive”

Three Word Wednesday: “gloomy,” “haunted,” and “intense”

#atozchallenge

#napowrimo

#1linerWeds

#BeWoW

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Clean Sweep

 Grumpy grime is past its prime.

Spring cleaning, clearing my abode,

I’m lightening my heavy load.

Dust goblins? Gone!

You’re overdrawn.

So take your fluff, and hit the road.

The spring, it sprang. My world is neat.

Good company stands in the street.

It for a song

Bids me along;

Ah, dank dirt seekers dash – beat feet!

c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

April A to Z Blog Challenge

National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo

Meme Express: “for a song”

Simply Snickers: “sprang” and “spring”

#atozchallenge

#napowrimo

Feel free to follow on Google Plus and Twitter. Please visit my Amazon author page as well.

From zilch to zing: A-Z verses from vintage visages

From zilch to zing

Rhyming views on returning hues

The stairway from boring to bright

Brings frustrated frowns back to light.

From grainy and chipped

To zany and zipped,

We zoom to the zest and ignite.

As zombies, kept captive beneath,

No image of worth to bequeath,

We huddled and shook

As long as it took.

Till false proved the evil one’s teeth.

Our colors now glow without lamp.

Our spirits are no longer damp,

As boldly we stride,

No joys still denied.

For we from the gloom did break camp.

c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This poem was posted for the April A to Z Blogging Challenge and National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), as well as these prompts:

Daily Post: “stairway”

Meme Express: “zany” and “zip”

Simply Snickers: “zest” and “zoom”

 Image/s:

Public domain photo –
 vintage image

(Thanks to Sepia Saturday

for this image.)

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