Poem – Fernweh

Do you ever feel grounded? Not in a 'safe, solid, I know where I am' sort of way, but a 'restless, wings clipped, I should be somewhere else' sort of way... I've found a good word to describe that feeling - 'fernweh'. It's a German word that translates to 'wanderlust' and it encompasses that emotion …

[hey poet, tell me a story] or, #7 Holy Water

Greetings my friends! Well, my summer is drawing to a close... God willing I will be flying back stateside in 8 days to start the first semester of my Junior year at the end of August. I'm not entirely sure I'm ready for school to begin - but, well, here we are. 😀 The older …

[hey poet, tell me a story] or, #6 Mending Things

Only one more poem to go after this one! To catch up on the previous parts, click here. 🙂 ~ “Why are you awake?” Mama’s words drift back over her shoulder through the circle of lamplight into the darkness of where I’m standing, barefoot, in the doorway.  ~ “Can’t sleep.” I say. ~ What I …

[hey poet, tell me a story] or, #5 Moon Shine

If you haven't read the last part of this story, feel free catch up here! ~ The moon hangs low and large in the sky tonight. “Harvest moon,” Daddy mutters, his eyes full of moon shine. ~ We stand together on the edge of the corn field, our shadows long behind us. The corn is …

[hey poet, tell me a story] or, #4 Something New

If you haven't read the previous parts to this story, make sure to do so here, here, and here. 🙂 ~ The church is too hot, the service too long. Beside me, Mama’s hat is drooping like wilted corn leaves. Beside me, Daddy’s seat is empty just like it was last week. ~ The roof …