Lots of Found

Found Jesus
Found friends
Found book
Found pom-poms
Found __________

This began as a list to a friend because I found something silly to share. Scrawled these words out when I left a book with her. Found- grounded word, like its sound.

Still struggling with this cyberworld of words.
whirlpool- inviting and warm, gather and join, foot in, foot out, too swirly, too steamy
lay my towel out and listen some more.

Villanelle

Come and see, you know the tune.
Turn the corner and you will hear
The Lily of the Valley now in bloom.

Unfurled leaves to receive soon,
Mercy rains and snow severe
Come and see, you know the tune.

The small white never will presume
Bent over honoring and in fear.
The Lily of the Valley now in bloom.

'Tis sweet to sing and delight in perfume,
The season scent may bring a tear
Come and see, you know the tune.

Not one, not two, stalks arrive triune,
Waiting long for flower to appear
Come and see, you know the tune.
The Lily of the Valley now in bloom.

A year long wait for these Lilies of the Valley I transplanted from my mother's backyard. Imagined this poem, but they did not bloom in my garden. Sister's and mother's full bloom on Mother's Day and my stalks barren. Hoped for and now some sadness. Found Honeysuckles a wild and have picked them for my hair.

O.K. here goes. Trying out this whole blog world and putting a few words out there.
This week's High Calling Blogs- RAP

Desired
last week.
Sought out.
Bought new.
Now, I'm left
laid aside.
Looked for
to see through.
Put down
to see far.
Here, there,
by, on, near.
I focus
the small.
I magnify
the close.
Now, I'm left
laid aside
on a stack
of books.