“Forgive!”
The order came
From God on high. Look for
The good in others and that in
Yourself
© Lisa Hurley, 2008
Cinquain: Forgive Yourself March 6, 2008
Cinquain: Not Guilty February 25, 2008
The Dad
Trembled, cause Dad
He was not. He was just father.
Would she judge him? No. She smiled, and
She forgave
© Lisa Hurley, 2008
Cinquain: Homesick February 24, 2008
Home called:
The swish of sea
On sand. The fish that fly
O’er land. The scorching sun; Barbados hums
My name
© Lisa Hurley, 2008
Cinquain: The Quest February 20, 2008
The quest
For joy or peace
Does not a pilgrimage require…
Take one long look into the glass
And smile
© Lisa Hurley, 2008
Cinquain: Happiness February 17, 2008
Sunshine
Green grass, and fine
White sand on Barbados
Shore: these things all make me happy
Inside
© Lisa Hurley, 2008
Cinquain: Karma February 16, 2008
But yet
Dost thou not know
That venom spewed forth spits
Back at the snake? Beware of what
You sow
© Lisa Hurley, 2008
Cinquain: Resilience February 13, 2008
The Mack
Truck flattened me
But I – like a cartoon,
Boing! – am back in 3-D.
Scene 2?
© Lisa Hurley, 2008
Cinquain: Inspiration February 12, 2008
Inspired
I’m not. No muse
Have I. But dreams, oh yes!
At first, mere wisps, then lusty-made
By love
© Lisa Hurley, 2008
Cinquain: Survivor February 9, 2008
I’m bruised
But not beat down
I am a winner still
Like trampled grass, again I spring
To life
© Lisa Hurley, 2008
Cinquain: Transformed February 8, 2008
Not yet,
But soon…the gloom
Disintegrates. The murk,
The mire is gone. At last I am
Transformed
Into
The true, the real
Completely fabulous
And incandescent me
I glow with polished radiance
Like dawn
© Lisa Hurley, 2008
