Day 8--National Poetry Month-ABCB Poem--Words Like Rain--Octopoem--Sweat Dripping Blues

I wrote this poetry form before today. This ABCB Poem was knocking to get out. So here it is:

WORDS LIKE RAIN

Words like rain on thirsty soil

Cause tiny seeds to wake and grow

Coaxing, coaxing towards the light

The Spirit burgeons through the row

Until at last a fuzzy head
Rises from the nurturing ground

Furls its leaves and petals bright

Inside a budding strength abounds.

Words can lift and heal and grow
Or cut like hailstones to the quick

Will you raise another up?

Or cut them down. Your turn to pick.

Will your words inspire or thrash?
You hold the power of truth and right.

Will you be the Savior's hands?

Or Another's tool tonight?

That person who so often falls
Needs love that should reflect your goal

Hopeless, she, and sadly flawed

Rain, like words, can feed the soul.

©2019 by H. Linn Murphy

The actual poetry form for today is an Octopoem. If you want to know how to do one, go here. I give you my octopoem:

SWEAT DRIPPING BLUES

It's brown in my world, like most of the year

Although it's deep Winter, it's sunny I fear

For the desert is thirsty and prickly and dry

And rain-less and roasting. I swear that we fry.

I put on my flip flops to go for the mail

And sit in my chair like I'm taking a sail

Like the Batchelor I'm choosing a place I can hide

From this hot tater, oven-ly place I abide.

©2019 by H. Linn Murphy