"Christmas Homecoming" by Norman Rockwell‘Blessing in Disguise’ and Other Poetry by Wendy Bourke The Society April 28, 2017 Beauty, Humor, Poetry 2 Comments Blessing in Disguise They catch each little misstep and with kindly, caring grace— they point out the right direction by gently getting in your face. And just in case, you’ve overlooked that vexsome fatal flaw, they take the time—to point it out: deftly hid, midst blah-blah-blah. They’re sweet and giving—to a fault and seldom dally to dispense the inestimable value of putting in—their own two cents. And yet, despite the flak—and knack for getting underneath your skin, when you bring a big mess to their door: family lets you in. Untitled Villanelle transcendent, as a leaf upon a breeze surrendering to breath on which it sails in grips of wind gusts, free—but yet, not free far flung from stands of great cathedral trees rustling sighs, resplendent in green veils transcendent, as a leaf upon a breeze abiding, as the earth and skies and seas through raging blows and blasts of storms and gales in grips of wind gusts, free—but yet, not free the certainty, that what will be: will be and in that truth the universe prevails transcendent, as a leaf upon a breeze and in that truth there is serenity in heaven clouds, or earthly spirit trails in grips of wind gusts, free—but yet, not free peace—in the perfect calm simplicity, the letting go of useless, vain travails— transcendent, as a leaf upon a breeze in grips of wind gusts, free—but yet, not free Wendy Bourke lives in Vancouver, Canada where she writes, goes on long rambling walks gathering photos and inspiration – and hangs out with her family (especially her two young grandsons). After a life loving words and scribbling poetry lines on pizza boxes and used envelopes, Wendy finally got down to writing “in earnest” and four years ago, began posting poetry on her poetry blog and submitting it for publication. She received first prize in the Ontario Poetry Society’s Sparkle and Shine contest in 2014 and her work has appeared in dozens of anthologies, journals and chapbooks. Related Post ‘Candle’ by Carter Davis Johnson My candle burns at both ends Late into the night, And flickers fast, And bounces in my sight. My pen lies docile in my hand. The page... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 2 Responses James Sale April 28, 2017 Like the poems a lot; very well expressed, especially the Villanelle. Thank you. Reply Amy Foreman April 28, 2017 Sweet family poem, Wendy! 😉 Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.