For JusJoJan day 20, we are prompted to write about humor. I’m not really in a laughing mood, so here’s this little verse:
One must make depression risible,
To avoid being all miserable.
image found on Pinterest, no copyright infringement intended
Author: revivedwriter
Making Sense
Nonsense.
Gobbledygook.
Such is the map of life,
Until we have lived through it; then
We see.
A cinquain for day 19. I wrote on-prompt this time! I am also sharing with Writers’ Pantry #3.
On January 2nd
early departure
Christmas decor packed away
right after New Year
wise men looking for the star
see its light through bubble wrap
This is for Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge, and I am also linking it with JusJoJan day 18.
‘Twixt the Truth and Falsity
This is a soliloquy for DVerse Poets, shared also with FOWC: false and JusJoJan day 17.
I stand here ‘twixt the truth and falsity,
Unsure if inner courage will prove true:
Which is the mold people have made for me?
Which has true joy among her retinue?
Which passion will provide good revenue?
I am no closer than when I’d begun,
Is there necessity to choose just one?
Humpback Whale Songs
This was inspired by Linda Krusheke’s paint-chip poetry #2, and I also drew from my experience (link to JusJoJan day 16) learning about humpback whales at an aquarium when I was in Hawaii this summer.
Lost afloat in the ocean,
One hears the mournful
Humpbacks’ whale song —
Is the pod nearby?
The music reaches, bittersweet,
All the way to the salmon, sockeye,
Who sing the blues because
They can’t make their way home.
Land of Sweet Dreams
Linked to JusJoJan day 15, which is also one-liner Wednesday. However, this was inspired by Chevrefeuille’s prompt about sweet dreams and Poets and Storytellers United myth-placed. I hope it’s okay that I basically made up my own mythical place.
Candy tall as trees
A chocolate river flows
Sugar spun to clouds :
The substance of children’s dreams
A place with life always sweet
Words Sent Out
Prompt words today are publish and press
My words sent out into the world,
Previously had doubts around them curled,
Set free upon the blog’s platform,
My unique self begins to have a form.
A form that’s well-received by others,
Even if the outside world smothers,
Connecting by pressing Publish with the cursor,
I wish to touch souls, and writers spur.
