Rainy Days

There are supposed to be “scattered showers” where I live today, which tends to make things emotionally more difficult for me, but even if it is rainy, the day won’t be a disaster. It’s a good sign that I’ve already gotten through the first half of the day. 🙂

A rainy day? No need to sob.
Need some comfort? Sounds like a job
For the fluffiest robe, blanket,
Silliest rom-com you can get,
Maybe a cup of hot chocolate,
Curl up next to your favorite pet.

(Pusheen the cat doesn’t mind rainy or cold days. 🙂 )

This silly poem is brought to you by SoCS. Side note: I wish I had a dog or a cat.

That Dramatic Irony Though

Another repost for Fandango’s Flashback Friday, just like last week. On January 13, 2020, I posted this poem, titled “The Twenties. Linked with JusJoJan day 14.


The Twenties

This decade we return to
The roaring twenties —
Back then there were plenty
Of threats, just no one knew
About them yet.

I wonder if these twenties
Will be roaring —
When it seems more likely
That I, for one, might be
Cowering and whimpering.


“Might be” — yeah, just maybe… *RW laughs until she cries*

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Lullabies

Brian’s prompt this week is to use the poetic device “Anaphora,” which is when lines begin with the same words. My poem was inspired by that, plus a “Weekend Writing Prompt” to include the word Goodnight in a piece of exactly 45 words. It’s too late to link up that one (especially because it was from 2 weekends ago!), but without further ado, here is my post for today! Linked with JusJoJan.


Goodnight, no more lullabies.
Goodnight, no more stories before bedtime.
Goodnight, I still hope for sweet dreams,
“Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite”
And try to get 8 hours of sleep.
Hoping to Dreamland peacefully to go,
Goodnight — also hoping for a happy tomorrow.

Happy Birthday

For DVerse Poetics, we’re writing about food. Anyone who regularly reads this blog knows this topic can be quite heavy for me. Even if you’re “recovered” from an eating disorder, it never really leaves you. The topic of food can also be fun, but I went the “heavy” route because this poem wanted to be written. Not sure if this is a “good” poem, but I put my heart (and my painfully-visceral feelings) into it, so here goes. Linked with JusJoJan day 11 as well.


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Would You?

A cherita inspired by MVB: Girl. I’m actually not this depressed right now, so I’m not sure where this is coming from. The picture of the cute little fawn is because looking for an illustration for this post was pretty dark, but the fawn showed up for some reason. Voilà, incongruity!


If you knew the entirety of a life,

As this infant grew into a girl,
Then an adolescent, then a woman

And you knew everything that would happen,
Including how and when she would end,
I wonder if you’d celebrate her birthday?

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In the back of my mind…

In the beginning of our stream-of-consciousness Saturday post, we must have the words “In the…” What comes after that? I’m not sure. It’s past dinnertime, and I still haven’t written any poems at all today. Well, 2 lines of an acrostic, and 1.5 lines of another poem (not sure what form it will be).

In the back of my mind,
There is probably something
I still have left to say —
Something which one day
Was buried, yet buried alive.
Maybe that’s why
Anxiety won’t quite leave me,
Why it lives in my body —
It has more to say.

I was hoping to not write about anxiety / problems, but that’s what came out. At least I have actually written a whole poem today, finally.

So?

Flashback Friday.


I wasn’t going to post anything today, but Linda’s challenge tells us to “Just Jot It,” JusJoJan 7, so here is something. I wrote this exactly 3 years ago:

Memento —
Memento mori
Moribund flowers wilt into winter,
Winter sun sleeps early,
Earlier than you think will the grim reaper come,
Come to claim your life, so —

So how are you going to live?