Poetry Reveals All Kinds of Things–Marital Strife is Nothing New


I like to read poetry now and then. It brings some peace and satisfaction to my mind.  But I am reluctant to act like a true poetry enthusiast.  I am not good at reading or finishing longer, epic poems. Maybe some day I will grow up. But for now, with my short attention span, I enjoy bite size verse. So I found this cheap kindle book of short poems. The poem below is a good example of how to write a beautiful poem about a dark subject.  It reminded me that strife in marriage is an old game.

A Reasonable Affliction

Matthew Prior (1664—1721)
On his death-bed poor Lubin lies:

His spouse is in despair;

With frequent cries, and mutual sighs,

They both express their care.


“A different cause,” says Parson Sly,

“The same effect may give:

Poor Lubin fears that he may die;

His wife, that he may live.”

Monday Morning Haiku- Mountain Cabin



Cool mountain morning,

Threaded sunlight through branches

lifts the morning chill

-mtroupe 2015

Obviously, the poem below is not a haiku. Enjoy it anyway…

The cabin rests beneath the trees

As passing seasons roll

The living wood is fresh and green

The cabin wood grows old.

-mtroupe 2015

Monday Morning Haiku- Friendship

Conversation Haiku

I wrote these after our son unexpected stopped by our home.  He attends a nearby university and we hadn’t seen him in a little while (about a week, I know that is not long, but it still feels long when you enjoy your children). Our conversation volleyed back and forth like a good tennis match. These poems are as much about conversation as friendship. Is there really much of a difference?

Haiku 3.23.15

Together Again

Conversation flows

Between friends after a break

Catching up on life.

-mtroupe 2015



Words share life and love

Friends speak of things that moved them

While they were apart.

-mtroupe 2015


Soul Food

Stories delight us

Nourishing the souls of friends

Bringing joy to life.

-mtroupe 2015

Edited photo used by permission of Kathleen Conklin. Some rights reserved

Monday Morning Haiku- Power Outage

Candle graphic

Haiku 3.16.15

The power was out at our house for 3-4 hours last night, starting at dusk.  Even our cell internet connection was affected. We sat and read together and it was enjoyable. But it was a reminder of how completely dependent we are on technology, and how that even impacts our relationships.

What Now?

A power outage

Darkness. No lights. No Wi-Fi

Candles lit the room

-mtroupe 2015


The power went out

We sat together and read

Candlelight glowing

-mtroupe 2015


Ancient people lived

Without electricity

But we forgot how

-mtroupe 2015


Without light, dusk brings

An end to the work of Day

Now rest, talk, and sleep

-mtroupe 2015

Monday Morning Haiku Springtime March 9, 2015

Haiku Dance Floor


More offerings for your enjoyment. Today is a sunny spring day with still enough cool to make pants enjoyable.

Dance Floor

Gentle breezes blow

Small twigs like a metronome

Shadows dance beneath

-mtroupe 2015



Even a dry spring

Wakens the blossoms to life

And tunes the bird songs

-mtroupe 2015



On a cool spring day

Distant lawn care machines roar

Drowning out the birds.

-mtroupe 2015

Monday Morning Haiku on Rest


More amateur poetry offerings.  In the last year I have been writing more haiku. Today I am taking a day off and wrestling with the benefits and difficulties of rest when it is both needed and difficult. I am a workaholic and have been learning that rest is a form of both worship and repentance. It is a way to confess that I am not God,  and that it doesn’t all depend on me. It is also a way to express my trust that he will take care of “business” while I enjoy some time of restoration. Enjoy.








Poem on Envy


I love this poem. It is so easy to deceive ourselves. I first read it in high school and it left a deep impression. I have come back to it so many times when looking at favorite poems. And by the way, YOU MUST REVISIT FAVORITE POEMS!

Richard Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean-favoured and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good Morning!” and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich, yes, richer than a king,
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine — we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked and waited for the light,
And went without the meat and cursed the bread,
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet in his head.

Edwin Arlington Robinson

.Photo Used by permission Bruce Fingerhood. Some rights reserved