For Jilly’s November collaboration. She wrote the beginning of this poem, and I finished it. Her words are in bold, and my completion is in blue.
It’s never about birds in poetry;
it is about our inadequate,
marrow-filled bones that
weigh us down
reminding us of the immediacy
of the dust.
It’s never about stars in poetry;
it is about our indefatigable,
persistent, pertinent hope that
lifts up our eyes,
reminding us of the long journey
of the light.
It has travelled a billion years
to find your eyes; it has flown
through so many solar systems,
past so many galaxies,
reminding you that though you are dust,
it is Stardust.
For DVerse’s quadrille #44, a 44-word poem of any form that includes some form of the word kick.
I’m addicted to something called
“She looks like this”
“I want to be the best” —
But this addiction gives me
When it’s employed
It steals my joy,
Yet I continue to
Return to it —
I’ve got to kick this bad habit.
Written for this week’s Ronovan Writes haiku prompt, which includes the words smooth and hand.
Hand me smooth pebbles:
I’ll watch water’s ripples reach
From one summer’s day
Written for Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge #6, which is about saints and souls.
November’s first two
Days celebrate the endings,
The nights of each life.
After this valley of tears,
We pray we all rest in peace.
For DVerse’s OLN #207.
When huge waves threaten to overwhelm,
When I think evil is something You’ve sent,
Help me remember that You are at the helm,
And You delight in the Peace of Your servant.
When I am assailed by distrust and fear,
Help me to give my assent,
For the glory will be worth every tear,
And You delight in the peace of Your servant.
I do not know what will soon he revealed,
And though I don’t know what every trial’s meant,
I am a girl brought to life and a woman healed,
For You delight in the peace of Your servant.
At DVerse we are writing about real-life monsters. I couldn’t think of anything more terrifying than mental illness, especially how persistent it can be.
Me in your spider’s web,
I try to fly,
I am a fly,
You wrap me in
In breaking free.
Have a slimy hold on me.
Written for DVerse’s haibun Monday, for which we are reminiscing about kindness.
What constitutes kindness? A quick note, a smile, a song, words affirming worth. Even someone simply saying my name, telling me “I see you;” or someone placing a blanket gently over my body while I am nearly sleeping. Or someone calling me after a desperate text-message cry for help at 10:30 at night. I’m alive because of all these acts of care and kindness.
Winter chills my bones.
Keep me warm with your own coat,
My heart perseveres.