#NovemberNotes Day 8/Photo Challenge: Poem – English Sonnet – “How Sweet the Sound” #amwriting #poetry #photochalldnge


Today’s November Notes Prompt song for day 8 is “Broken Vessels” by Hillsong United. I’m combining the song Prompt with the NEKNEERAJ from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie weekly Photo Challenge.

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Broken Vessels” – Hillsong United

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“Oh I can see you now

Oh I can see the love in Your eyes

Laying yourself down

Raising up the broken to life

You take our failure

You take our weakness

You set Your treasure

In jars of clay

So take this heart, Lord

I’ll be Your vessel

The world to see

Your life in me

Amazing grace

How sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost

But now I’m found

Was blind but now I see.”

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I know that everyone must one day go on,

And the love in your eyes, Lord it beckons.

You lay yourself down, we trampled your crown.

And you raised up pieces of hearts broken.

They thought your treasure was locked and vaulted,

That deeds, the law paved way to your glory.

Such grace in death your spirit undaunted,

You butchered death, wretches in Hell’s gory.

Amazing grace, the blind now see victory,

In time’s beginning, the clock stopped — you’d won,

We’re Jars of clay, holding your spoils; mystery —

That you were God, and human too, all in one.

People turn but you burn the veil, so none can hide,

Humans children, as your vessels revived.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

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100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Free Verse – “Wings Broken” #amwriting #100WordWednesday #flashfiction #poetry 


Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting this edition of #100WordWednesday. 

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Credit: Bikurgurl

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She valued it, 

Above all. 

Elaborate China, 

Not pretty or delicate. 

Gaudy-patterned, 

Indigo Wedgewood. 

Peach, gray flowers. 

Frail bone China, 

No value to him. 

Displayed in a cabinet. 

Pieces and —

Place settings, 

Gifted for —

Wedding presents. 

She dusted them,

Each week.  

Paid him no mind, 

Humming hymns. 

Ignored him when, 

He talked. 

She never used to, 

She’d laugh, 

Join in. 

And when they, 

Used the China, 

At Easter, 

Designs of indigo, peach —

Made him sick. 

Dizzying, he wanted to —

Wretch. 

Just as when , 

He saw her, 

With him. 

The one she said, 

She’d forgotten. 

Accepted he’d married, 

Moved on.

But his aftershave, 

On her skin, 

Made him ill,

So he stood, 

Starring at the China, 

She’d taken out, 

To clean. 

Piece by piece, 

It hit the wall, 

Smashing, crashing. 

Splinters of it, 

Drawing blood. 

Until shards of, 

Tacky dinnerware, 

Only remained. 

She screamed, 

Wounded like a fledging, 

Who fell, 

For the first time, 

And couldn’t arise, 

Never again, 

Wings broken. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved