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Repost: Ghazal
This is a re-post of a ghazal that I wrote a couple of years ago. I am sharing with DVerse for this month’s poetry form.
A Grade for the Third Quarter
I feel like it’s been a while since I participated in Writer’s Workshop, so here are the prompts for this week:
Write a post inspired by the word eyeglasses.
Write a post in exactly ten (10) sentences.
Halloween: Love it? Hate it?
A prompt you’d like to see here.
Your grade for 3rd quarter 2026.
Your big project for 4th quarter 2026.
Thinking about the third quarter of 2026, July through September, I would give it a B-. I’m an easy grader because I can see things to be happy about each day, but I was coming down off the France high and trying very hard to get a preschool teacher job (or any job that I could do). Despite my efforts, I did not get a job, which is discouraging, especially since I wonder if the way I walk had anything to do with the decision. I also experienced A LOT of fatigue, still had good days most of the time but slept about 12 hours almost every day. I got blood drawn yesterday to try to discover the cause of the fatigue.
As for a big project for the fourth quarter of this year, I do not really have one, but I am taking a class and continuing my discernment.
I do like Halloween, inasmuch as it used to be a Catholic holiday, the evening before All Saints Day, and as a child I definitely loved dressing up, going trick-or-treating, and eating candy; but I don’t like what it has become, especially the very scary aspect
Emotions
From
Joyful,
Sorrowful --
Emotions come
And go as they please
Like white clouds in the sky --
Please help me be more happy,
For I get stuck in sticky mud
Of depression's ruts, as my eyes rain --
Help me the prize of happiness obtain.
Route 66
My last photo for September 2026 that didn’t have my friend’s face in it:
We went on a Route 66 themed day trip. This photo was taken in Barstow, California.
Inner/Outer
My inner world is much richer than my outer world sometimes. I can have so much to write about, especially in poetry, when nothing much seems to be going on. My life is boring on the outside — I don’t even have a job right now — but in my brain and soul I am happy. I think about many people in my prayers, even though I don’t see most of them. That’s what inspired the following poem:
Though we are far apart,
Though we live sadly far,
I pray for you each day,
Close to my thoughts you stay--
I hug you with my heart.
I hug you with my heart:
Though there's pain in my chest,
Though I can't seem to rest
Securely, I keep you
In my mind, in my heart.
For today’s SoCS.
Forgotten
Do you ever think of me
As I think of you?
You are often in my mind
When you're not in view.
Do you ever think of me
When I'm not around?
Am I just a memory,
Do I make a sound?
Sunflower
A coloring page that I just finished, along with a poem that I wrote 2 days ago.
Sunflower --
Turn your face to the sun,
Find the light, wherever it may be.
Sunflower,
Turning toward the light,
Keep firmly rooted, to win the fight.
With power
Of focus on the sun,
Greater growth has already begun.
Pillows
I’ve heard that, if you have more than two pillows on your bed, you are more likely to be depressed. I have 3 pillows, 3 stuffed animals, and currently a cat on my bed — so what does that say about me?
For One-Liner Wednesday.
Autumnal
For this week’s Flower Hour, the theme is autumn colors.
I don’t know what kind of flowers these are, or even if they are autumn plants — this is an old photo — but the colors are very autumnal.
In my heart
I wrote this poem this morning, another one inspired by a homily. I am currently sad because people don’t want my love. Imagine how Jesus feels: so many people don’t want His love, either.
This is truth:
We need to know our heart
In order to make a gift of it.
This is truth:
I do not know the truth
Of my own imperfect heart sometimes.
This is gift:
The love that's in my heart,
I pray you will accept it, and me.
God does not stand apart
God does not stand apart from suffering,
He does not shy away from brokenness:
When you have keenly felt life's greatest stings,
He's given you another way to bless,
And He is with you in all loneliness.
God is no stranger to reality,
So be with Him, however you may be.
This poem was inspired by a homily from a priest. I started it yesterday and finished it today.
