Category: Poetry

The Wonderland of Poets

by Kathryn Spurgeon, posted in Poetry

The Phantom Island…be assured that such an island actually exists, and has from time to time been revealed to the gaze and trodden by the feet of favored mortals. Historians and philosophers may have their doubts, but its existence has been fully attested by that inspired race, the poets; who, being gifted with a kind of second sight, are enabled to discern those mysteries of nature hidden from the eyes of ordinary men. To this gifted race it has ever been a kind of wonderland.

     by Washington Irving in The Phantom Island

Who is a poet? I say– anyone who lives in a wonder land full of questions, imgination and creativity! Whether those who peek over walls at its beauty, those who dabble in life’s mysteries, or those who hesistate to return to reality. Perhaps anyone who dreams is a poet.  And don’t we all dream from time to time?

 

God’s love gushes like a fountain.

by Kathryn Spurgeon, posted in Poetry

How can God love me this much

when my past is flawed and dirty,
when my faults bring filth and scorn?
When my head hangs low in disgrace
and my mind sees only thorns?

 Can the mountains cry “He’s bigger?”
Can the mouse squeak, “Him I see?”
Is He monstrous, huge or minuscule
— or somewhere in between?

 Can His love be therapeutic?
Bring new health to weary bones?
Will He help me when I’m tortured?
Can He hear my silent moans?

 God’s love gushes like a fountain,
flows from depths I cannot see.
I may never comprehend it, but I gulp
–  and I am free.

 #4068 4/7/2010

Written the day before NW Summit conference. God’s love overwhelms me sometimes and I cry to think  how much I don’t deserve it.  That’s when He reassures me of His love and  joy comes to my heart.

Questful Youth

by Kathryn Spurgeon, posted in Poetry

Against the tainted sky
the amber glows
and twilight casts its shadow
long before
the eve of youth revives.

Away from smoother roads of ease
a breeze, of questful youth
will never cease
to read the skies for God
and answers to their sulking needs.

Whoever favors listening
to sight and sounds
and spirits sing
will rejoice to see the sky
is painted hues
that only God can use
to answer quests of searching youth.

#1330

Sugar Mule

by Kathryn Spurgeon, posted in Poetry

Great news today! Sugar Mule, an online poetry magazine, accepted two of my poems for publication! Progression and Uncertain Future. Of course, they won’t be published until July, 2010, but that’s okay. I’ll share a different poem here (a silly one).

#4025

If fear were a crawling
beetle bug monster
sneaking into your room
you would shut all the doors
and latch every window
and chase him around with a broom.

You would seal up the mouse holes
and chase him in circles
swat him with mama’s flyswatter
you would throw him into
the kitchen trash can
imprisoned, for he doesn’t matter.

Now if by chance
fear still exists
this beetle bug silly ole monster
catch him again
don’t let him run lose
tease him with old fashioned laughter.