Golf

Golf

Doing battle on the greens is
a friendly and ferocious
war waged in the open
underneath fickle skies.
Wood & iron weapons
club the dimpled ball
over the grasses
into sands,
waters
and
finally
into a

4.25 in.

hole.

G
O
L
F


Carolynn J. Scully©2013

Emmaus

Emmaus

I have walked the road,
Heard the voice
Of One I thought a stranger:
A torch lighting the past
Awakens this third day.

And even now
His word
Sets my heart aflame!

The One I knew not
Is the One I will never forget.
He is risen indeed!

Carolynn J. Scully ©2013

Poem in Your Pocket Day

Do you have a poem in your pocket? Take one with you and share it with others! It is a good day to share your favorite poem!

Poetry Whatever

Poetry by whatever name
Will remain
Art in words.

Color
Images
Strokes
Form
Flow

The connection of
Emotion
Experience and
Ideas.


Heart to hand
Hand to pen
Pen to paper
Ink on paper
Black on white

Poetry


Carolynn J. Scully
© 29 August , 2011

Traveling Alone

Traveling Alone


O’er dusty roads and sandy beaches
I skip, jog, stroll and shuffle
leaving a shadow
to tell the story
of my visit.

Ragged or smooth
the mountain or valley
challenges me to stop-
or blaze a trail
of raw opportunity
unwanted by others.

Grasses verdant green or
baked bronze by the sun
surrender or crunch
beneath sure and
sometimes timid strides
along my purposed way.

Life travels alone
surrounded by choices,
voices and dreams
with one foot determined
to move beyond the other.

Carolynn J. Scully ©2013

I Travel Far

A new poem written for the local branch of NLAPW to which I belong.

I Travel Far

I travel far,
One step leading into another.

God-inspired movers,
With the bounce of their gait,
Carry me
Over crusty earth and sprigs of grasses.

I travel far.

Man-inspired wheels,
Revolving two, three, four or more
Move me
Across the hard paved and rutted miles.

Again I travel far.

Man-floated visions
Sail streams, lakes, and seas
Cradling me
In land-less horizons.

Still I travel far.

Man-desired flight
Reaching the heavens and beyond
Wings me
Away to the far side of home.

I travel far,
One step leading into another.
Searching for self.
Searching for you.


Carolynn J. Scully ©2013

I Travel Far

I Travel Far


I travel far,
One step leading into another

God inspired movers,
With the bounce of their gait,
Carry me
Over dusty earth and sprigs of grasses.

I travel far.

Man inspired wheels,
Built two, three, four or more
Move me
Across the hard paved and rutted miles

I travel far.

Mans' floated visions
Ride streams,lakes, and seas
Cradling me
In land-less horizons

I travel far.

Mans' desired flight
Explores the heavens and beyond
Wings me
Away to the far side of home.

I travel far,
One step leading into another.
Searching for self.
Searching for you.


Carolynn J. Scully ©2013

The Exchange

The Exchange


How can I give, You,
The God of the universe,
My broken life?

You deserve perfection,
glorious creations of
Eden’s soil.

Alas not one is pure,
Holy in Your sight.
So You came.

You take our shattered pieces,
Wounding Your flesh
Spilling Your blood.

It is You that gives the good,
Perfect gift of wholeness.
To all the broken.

There is no hope,
No freedom
Without the exchange.

Songs resound in praise,
Humble thanksgiving
For He who is worthy.

Carolynn J. Scully ©2012