Wednesday, 5 November 2014

Poetry Thursday 135 - Stories and prayers in couplets



I was inspired to write in couplets this week by something I saw on YouTube which was a story told using that style. There are two different 'stories' and a prayer-like offering that I hope readers will derive some value from.


An Evening Out

Setting out in the evening autumn air
hearing the cool wind rattling leaves in trees care,
looking forward to good company and cheer
along with pints of Taylor’s best beer.

Discussing sport, travel and news
each expressing their own personal views.
No pressure to agree – or the other
but tacit understanding from each brother.



Interacting socially as part of life
is inevitable, so best without strife.
The evening draws on until we return
to our homes to reflect on what we learn.

A pleasant excursion to repeat we might
in the same place but on another night.
© David L Atkinson November 2014



God is in the Rain

When we pray to God looking to the skies
we see the clouds before our eyes,
and as we pray to God we ask questions
for ourselves and others, for His suggestions,
on how to live each and every day
and keep illness, fear and trouble at bay.

When we pray to God looking to the skies
we see endless expanse before our eyes,
and as we pray to God we confess our sins
looking for the peace His forgiveness brings
to our aching souls and tortured lives,
bringing gentleness that we may survive.

When we pray to God looking to the skies
we see the sun before our eyes,
and as we pray to God we give our vow
to live as He would expect from now
so that the world will be a better place
for us and the rest of the human race.

When we pray to God looking to the skies
we see drops of rain before our eyes,
but as we pray to God we fail to see
the extent and infinite care that He
lavishes on us time and again,
as frequently as every drop of rain.
© David L Atkinson November 2014


Watching my Team

Over fifty years of mindless devotion
laced with every type of emotion
makes me wonder what it is I seek
from these graven idols week by week.
Childish dreams of the team’s success
father’s condolences eased the distress
when things on the pitch didn’t go well
and the blind faith follower was in hell.
Then all of those dreams came to fruition
in the culmination of a cup competition.
One fine afternoon on Wembley’s field
the fans could thank Ian Porterfield,
for scoring the goal that brought home glory
and provided a great chapter in Sunderland’s story,
the like that lives in the memory for years
and is stored to assuage future tears.
© David L Atkinson November 2014

Bob Stokoe 1930 - 2004

God Bless