Posted by: Karla Stewart Okala | February 14, 2011

Valentine Candy: For My Four Girls

dripping drool kisses

drizzled with sticky syrup

hugs all covered with

gooey hands filled with the hearts

of my sweet, sweet valentines

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This poem was my attempt at a Tanka, a form being explored today at One Stop Poetry. Visit their site to read more poems and add your own: http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/02/one-stop-poetry-form-todays-form-is-tanka.html

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Posted by: Karla Stewart Okala | February 11, 2011

Favorite Word #1: Epiphany

e·piph·a·ny  [ih-pif-uh-nee] –noun, plural -nies.

a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.
(This word has a few other meanings as well, but I have chosen to highlight my favorite way to use it. You can explore all of the meanings of the word here: http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/epiphany)
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I first encountered this word in Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce, when Stephen Dedalus has an epiphany about his love of beauty and his life as an artist. It was an epiphany for me to discover that there was actually a word to describe this experience. They are those moments when you are just doing the normal, everyday thing and something that you see or hear shifts the whole universe and the real meaning of yourself in relation to it is exposed.

My first epiphany happened in my senior year of high school. It was the end of my senior year, and we were watching the movie The Razor’s Edge based on the book of this name by Somerset Maugham. The story of Larry Darrell searching for meaning in his life really moved me. At that time, I was also searching for transcendent meaning, but questions about God and spirituality were not encouraged. I saw myself in Larry Darrell. I saw that my questions weren’t wrong. I vowed at that moment to keep asking the questions no matter what. It was a life-changing moment for me and still characterizes the way I live my life.

One of my poems that uses this word can be found here: https://karlaspoetry.wordpress.com/2011/01/13/epiphany-light-and-water/

What about you? Have you ever had an epiphany? Have you ever described an epiphany in your writing?

I hope that you’ll join me each Friday as I discuss my favorite words.

Posted by: Karla Stewart Okala | February 9, 2011

Drug Dealer’s Lullaby

I want mom to love me more than she needs to get stoned
Hush little baby, don’t you see
Your mommy’s sold your soul to me
I want her to love me more than she needs
Hush little baby, don’t say a word
Your mommy’s gone, you won’t be heard
I want her to love me more
Hush little baby, don’t you cry
Your mommy’s at home getting high
I want her to love me
Hush little baby, don’t you whine
Your mommy said your body’s mine
I want her to love
Hush little baby, don’t you scream
Here’s a little something, make you feel like a dream
I want her
.
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This poem was written for One Shot Wednesday, hosted by One Stop Poetry at
http://onestoppoetry.com/2011/02/one-shot-wednesday-week-32-hosted-by-moondustwriter-2.html
Posted by: Karla Stewart Okala | February 3, 2011

Belief

Once belief is broken,
promises become lies
and idols are toppled,
revealed as scraps of wood
whose worthlessness cries out
to be worshiped,
not loved.
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This poem was written in response to a poetry prompt from Robert Lee Brewer at http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/CategoryView,category,PoetryPrompts.aspx
Posted by: Karla Stewart Okala | January 25, 2011

The Wanderer

In the desert, show me your fire.
Call my name and draw me near.
All I want is your desire.
.
Who am I that you would require
survival through my deepest fear?
In the desert, show me your fire.
.
Take my sight to something higher
than the pain that makes my path unclear.
All I want is your desire.
.
Will the doubt that comes in the darkest hour
condemn me to wander year after year?
In the desert, show me your fire.
.
Though this life has never felt drier,
you can make me flower here.
All I want is your desire.
.
In the promised land to which I aspire,
your hand wipes away every tear.
In the desert, show me your fire.
All I want is your desire.
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Written as a venture into the villanelle form as featured on One Stop Poetry http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/01/monday-one-stop-poetry-form-villanelle.html
Posted by: Karla Stewart Okala | January 13, 2011

Epiphany: Light and Water

At mid-day,
while the wildish wind hums
and the trees keep slow swaying time,
the Sun likes singing
an intense, but gentle song
to the Lake of Hokkaido;
for she listens with deep appreciation,
absorbing his vibrant yellow tones
as they call forth
the deepest green of trees,
the most brilliant blue of sky,
the warmest glow of gold,
until she is filled
with warm, clear light.
.
Then, glowing with gold,
resplendent with green,
radiant with blue,
she proudly reveals
her bottom of mud and stone,
her shape,
her depth,
in a tranquil, undulating song
that tells of her joy
at finally being known.
.
And in this duet
of peaceful,
passionate resonance,
Light and Water
find themselves more splendid
in each other.
.
.
This poem was written for One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry–Where Poets, Writers and Artists Meet.  To read more poets and submit your own work, connect here: http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-shot-wednesday-week-28.html
Posted by: Karla Stewart Okala | January 13, 2011

Awakening Romance: Light and Water

A night of cool reflection
brings the Lake of Hokkaido once again
to this moment
of patient anticipation
when the gallant Sun
pulls himself slowly
over her mountains
and with quiet knowing
of the places that need gentle awakening,
touches her lightly,
first here,
then there,
until he sees
the pale pink blush
and tremulous ripples
that encourage him to climb higher
and peer into her more deeply,
pulling from her inviting blackness
shades of indigo, orange, and gold.
.
She loves the warmth of him
that penetrates beyond her reflection
and moves her to sing again
of the heights of mountains,
the whisperings of trees,
the secrets of limitless sky
.
She loves his light
that moves her to reflection
and deepens the peace
of her darkness.
Posted by: Karla Stewart Okala | January 6, 2011

Nightly Communion

After hours of mournful solitude,
of hanging in the black sky
feeling only the loneliness
and weight of its omniscience,
the Moon, at last, returns
to the mystic hollow
of the Lake of Hokkaido
to sing of the sadness of human souls.
.
And the Lake,
being a soft, wise woman
of imperceptible depths,
listens,
holds,
and in her darkness
transforms
the Moon’s lament
into a powerful song of reflection.
Posted by: Karla Stewart Okala | December 30, 2010

Last Chance

Memories in boxes
stored in strangers’ houses,
necessities packed,
checked into this flight home
from our poverty of means
to face our challenges.
One more step ’til I am gone,
one last chance for you to say you love me…
.
in silence, you let me go
Posted by: Karla Stewart Okala | December 29, 2010

Rebuilding the Ruins

You sit among the ruins
of a past you wish would die,
a past you tried to bury
under sky-scraping idols
you thought were made of steel.
But they all toppled,
they all fell down,
until everything you knew
was reduced to rubble.
.
You wail against this devastation
of your deepest dreams,
as the ancient serpent slithers around you
and tempts you to believe
that it is God
who has abandoned you
to this wasteland,
that He was the one
who condemned you
to this darkness,
this lifeless living.
.
But He has never forgotten you.
He calls you by name…
.
And in your tortured soul
stirs a Hope, a longing to be free
from this wreckage
where the serpent reigns,
where you are bound
to your broken past.
.
You cry out
to the One
who has always loved you,
your Redeemer, Yeshua,
who died so that you might live.
He calls you into His light,
and with His steadfast love
breaks your chains,
and rebuilds your ruins
with the precious stones
of His kingdom.
 

Breaking Free, a painting by Judy Gilbert

 

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