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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.
Kindness
Kindness A lifesaver: And your hands' welcome warmth A haven which makes this life worth Living
I just wanted to share this little cinquain today. Tomorrow begins National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), so my goal is to post a new poem every day in April! See you all tomorrow. 🙂
Missing Ingredient
Inspired by MVB: Soda.
If only my mood Could rise like Baking soda, I could make Something yummy Out of the ingredients Of this life. But my flour Rebelled Against being In the oven: I'd give anything To be made of Different stuff.
Reliability
It’s Tuesday evening, and regular readers of my blog will know that that (usually) means a sijo! This week’s theme is “reliable.”
Even the most expensive car, has wheels which will quit turning.
Even the most faithful friend, in imperfection will let you down.
Only God the Ground of all being, is unchangeable.
Sunshine
Daily writing prompt
What is your favorite type of weather?
Today, WordPress asks us about our favorite type of weather. It reminded me of my least favorite type of weather: heavy rain, especially prolonged rain. This is, unfortunately, the type of weather we have been experiencing lately, which has been horrible for my mental health and at least part of the reason why I have been having such a hard time for the past 2 or 3 weeks. Today — hooray! — we had a fairly warm day with plenty of sunshine.
Sun
Shining
Happiness
Upon the Earth,
Warming ground and grass:
Shine on my upturned face
To renew mind and body,
And help my hope to replenish,
For I’m thirsting for your healing rays,
That I may smile for many days to come.
Reservoir
For Linda’s SoCS: “the last thing you emptied.”
Reservoir of sanity:
Can it be empty?
Cannot easily find more,
And it’s so costly.
Can you help me look for some,
For it has gone missing?
Serotonin’s really scarce,
Life hurts with such a sting.
If I were a car I’d be
Out of gas completely.
Sea and See
Observe many colors, white and multiple blues —
What is it a picture of? Perhaps you can choose.
Is it sky with clouds or is it sea with foam?
Take these thoughts into your heart and make a home.
A short poem for Greg’s challenge, Four Line Fiction, which is new to me, and for FOWC: Observe.
Love Is…
Love is sharing your popcorn.
Charles Schultz
I recently found this quotation and thought it was cute so am sharing for One-Liner Wednesday. I also can’t help thinking about the person I have lately been sharing my popcorn with…. ❤
Fog of the Future
A sijo and then a haiku, on similar themes, for Ronovan Writes’s challenges this week.
Seeking an answer in the fog of the future — what comes next?
Never being able to see more than a few feet ahead,
A daily adventure, to uncover all the possibilities
fog of the future
these thick clouds do not move on —
seeking an answer
Echoes
What if, what if? The words echo, just as reverberations of choices make their voices heard in next steps, in decisions subsequent. There are so many possibilities that it is impossible to know in the moment which one will lead to happiness and which to regret.
How many permutations exist in space, in time? I sit thousands of feet above the sea of Maybe, atop the mountain of Longing, slowly standing.
There are no fences along the edges, so I approach the precipice and jump.
For DVerse Prosery. Our given line is: “In space in time I sit thousands of feet above the sea” from May Sarton’s poem “Meditation in Sunlight.”
I Thirst
I thirst —
Love is water
Quenching hatred; the one
Who drinks will never be thirsty
Again
Today’s Gospel passage was the woman at the well (see John 4), but I wasn’t even thinking about that when I wrote this little cinquain this morning.
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