Is my blog in a rut?

Yes, because all I'm doing is writing poetry without stating the forms or experimenting with new poetry forms. There are hundreds of forms that I could be using, but the only forms I have worked with, in this blog, are free verse and free style. I define those as different forms. 

Free verse contains no end rhyme, while free style contains end rhyme. Sometime free verse contains internal rhyme, but this is an accident. The rhyme in free style is not random, all though sometimes it appears that way. 

I need to get out of my rut, therefore, I have to take a different approach to my blog entries. My goal for this blog, is to post at least three times a week. I think the best way to do this, while getting out of my rut is to compose the entry a day or two before so that I can research a poetry form. I, also, need to write about other, poetry related subjects. 

Sunday Speculations on the Last Sunday in January 2018

Sunday afternoon 

Sun is shining wind blowing 

 A new week begins 

A new week begins 

And I contemplate my goals 

I have established twelve goals 

Is that too many 

Or too few to accomplish 

Within seven days 

Rushed

I feel rushed! 

I have writing, 

And other stuff 

To catch up. 

I need to take a deep breath, 

Pause to say a prayer, 

Check the mailbox, 

And continue writing. 

Feeling rushed 

Just encourages writer's block. 

I Weep

I read the local, 

The national, 

The international news 

And I weep. 

I cry for the heartlessness 

Revealed in the treatment 

Of women, 

Children, 

And men 

Because they are 

From different countries, 

Profess a different religion, 

Or are considered 

One of Them 

Instead of one of Us. 

Thankful Thursday: I Give Thanks

I give thanks for parsnips, 

Carrots, 

And beets. 

I give thanks for clouds, 

Blue skies, 

And snow on Mount Charleston. 

I give thanks for the revelation 

Of Baha'u'llah, 

Who proclaimed the unity 

Of the human race. 

Womb World

Our consciousness, 

Like a child in the womb, 

Grows each hour, 

Each day. 

Humanity is moving 

Toward a new vision of unity, 

A vision of itself 

As a single species. 

Beyond the concepts 

Of differences 

And separation 

We are one race 

And the Earth is one country. 

Beneath the dogmas 

God is a single unknowable essence, 

Who shines through the prism 

Of His Manifestations, 

And gave us the religions 

We acknowledge 

And follow today. 

On the Day of Glory

On the Day of Glory 

I contemplate the reed pen 

Used by Baha'u'llah. 

On the Day of Glory 

I am awestruck 

By the revelation that flowed 

Through this glorious instrument. 

On the Day of Glory 

I breath a prayer of gratitude 

For the Glory of God 

And a simple reed pen.