Ironic

A Poem By Damaris Ann // 10/16/2017

I want to write! I want to write
But lack cohesive thought
I want my art to soothe and ease
But here I worry, fraught

My palate blank; I lift my brush
And sit at easel poised
Yet there is nothing, simply void
No inspiration noised

No words of froth or raging seas
No deepened chasm dark
No poignant light of ecstasy
But deserts blank and stark

And here I find ironic art
For in this poem I feel
A hedge of fog begun to part
As writers' block I kill

Comments

Funny; I thought about

Funny; I thought about writing something almost like this. :) I had fun reading this.

Libby | Mon, 10/16/2017

“The gospel alone is the power of God unto salvation.
Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!” -- John Piper

Great minds think alike. ;)

Great minds think alike. ;) glad you enjoyed it.

Damaris Ann | Mon, 10/16/2017

My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭55:8-9‬

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