Tuesday, October 13, 2015

In Memoriam

Hello dear reader,

This poem was written a week after tragedy struck. My great-nephew was killed in a farm accident, at the age of 2 1/2 years. I wrote this for his parents Deb and Dan. 

Rod E. Kok
October 13, 2015

It seems our skies
were darkened that day;
a day which started
like every other.

It seems that brightest lights
do not reach that hole
left inside us all;
sunlight's warming rays
feel cold and distant.

It seems that gentle streams
will never soothe our thoughts,
their rippling waters
are not caressing our ears
with nature's lullaby.

Clouds last
but a little while;
soon we will see beyond
their silver lining.

Words of light
will illumine our path;
soon we will not stumble
over our tears of sorrow.

Songs of praise
will fill our hearts,
we will sing with joy
of the comfort we have.

Our skies were darkened
on a day which started
like any other.

Yet we will always have
our greatest memories
of a boy who was loaned
for just a little while.

We know that boy
is in the arms
of Jesus;
those very arms
which hold us up.

Hold fast, be steady.
His arms are enough
for you
and your son.

Saturday, October 3, 2015


Good day and happy weekend, dear reader. Welcome to day 3 of OctPoWriMo. Today we are prompted to write shape poetry. We are to write about something that drains us, something that depletes our energy. My words today do not talk about this out right, but I hope you can see what my experiences are as a bipolar person. I hope you can feel my tiredness in verse 1, along with the opposite in verse 2. It is subtle, but it is in there. Along with that, I hope you see the stairs. 
Please enjoy.

Rod E. Kok
October 3, 2015

down these
stairs, my mind
plays tricks on me
as I descend into the
dark recess of depression.
I find the cold floor; I am curled
up in a ball, trying to stay warm as
I wait for help to come and rescue me.

          up these
      stairs. Your
         strong arm is my
 guide, your love takes
         me out of darkness; You
 wrap me in your warmth, your
   breath fills me with hope. My prayer
is to never go down these stairs again.


Friday, October 2, 2015


Hello again, dear reader. Today’s prompt is to write ‘cinematically’. I am sort of going my own direction with this, as I am not so much describing the scene(s) of a movie, but rather I am describing the feelings that a movie puts into me. One of my favorite shows is ‘The Illusionist’, and thus my poem is inspired by this story of magic and love. Please enjoy.

Rod E. Kok
October 2, 2015

Pure magic exists
in a world
where true love
is hindered.

What is this illusion
of grandeur,
this feeling of
self importance?

One cannot force
to love.

There is magic
in a kiss,
a tender caress
is conjured from
the heart.

Enchanted music
fills one’s soul
when skin touches skin.

An alluring glance
from warm eyes
casts a spell
on my very being.

But when forces contrive
to keep us apart,
all we need
is magic.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Cloudy Day

Good day, dear reader. Today marks the first day of OctPoWriMo 2015. The challenge this month is to write 31 poems in 31 days. I am very excited to once again be part of this journey, to engage fellow poets, and to renew acquaintances from last year's efforts. I hope you come back each day to see the new offering. I only hope I have the strength to complete the challenge.

My first poem this month is based on the prompt 'clouds'. For those of you who are new to my work and don't know anything about me, I am a bi-polar poet who writes very personal and emotional poetry. Having just come out of a mild episode of darkness, this piece is me. The prompt could not have been any better, and I thank Morgan Dragonwillow for that. 

Please enjoy.

Rod E. Kok
October 1, 2015

Cautious whispers
Lurk inside my head
Obscuring my dreams
Under night’s dark blanket.
Daylight brings relief,
Yet clouds still surround me.

Damaged thoughts
Alter an unwilling mind.
Yet silver linings still exist.