An Important Question

Today’s FOWC and MVB prompts, Scrumptious and Yogurt, fit together well. When I eat in the morning, I usually like to eat yogurt with fruit and cereal. The hard part is writing a poem about that, especially one that is not inane. Sharing with the Writers’ Pantry because why not?


Sunlight through the window
Wakes me from night’s sleeping,
Question after coffee
Maker starts its brewing:
What to eat this morning?

What to eat this morning?
What’s scrumptious to my taste?
Yogurt in a big bowl
With berries — do not waste
Them! — crunchy cereal.

Searching

This is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS; the prompt word is “where.”


Where is the map?
The map which shows where to go,
Where to go now,
Now that the world is upside-down?

Down go the emotions,
Emotions as volatile as the world unpredictable

Has become — where is this map
Map that no one has?

Old Film

I wrote this for MLMM’s photo challenge #381, and also for yesterday’s one-word challenge, although it’s too late to link up to it at this point.


No contemporary movies
In this old, abandoned place,
Yet how many stories
Might that light retrace?

Which ghosts of the past
Still fill those rows of seats?
Sans knowing these stories,
Is the present complete?

Photo courtesy of Jonny Joo, One Big Photo.

Bamboozled

For FOWC: Bamboozle and inspired by Jeremiah 20:7. I had been waiting for a chance to use that verse in a poem, and this was the perfect opportunity. I’m also glad to have written something for such a fun word. 🙂 I love being a Catholic, but sometimes, like the prophet Jeremiah, I want to tell God, “Hey, this isn’t what I signed up for!”


“You duped me and I let myself be duped” —
Bamboozled Jeremiah was, and yet,
He could not run away. He could not let
Prophetic words from God remain unsaid.
Even if countrymen preferred him dead,
Even if he lamented near despair,
He could not flee his call, nor falsehood bear.

A Faraway Place

This week, we are slanting the paint chips, and I also responded to this prompt, “More than just a place.” Maybe it’s a stretch, but I think it suffices. Also, I did not exclusively use slant rhymes but tried to incorporate a few, whether within lines or at the end of them.


The moon is more than a faraway place,
She among the stars is like a beacon
In a foggy harbor: a kind face she can
Offer. A muse she can provide, kinder
Than Poe’s raven, making the mind more open.

Her presence gives nourishment; she is rocky
So she understands. Sans wheat fields
She yields soul-food, remembering what’s good.
Sometimes she even sends a moonstone,
Reminding the lonely they’re not the only one.

Carnations

This Chaucerian stanza was inspired by the time I really did buy myself a carnation on Valentine’s Day. ❤


On Valentine’s she for a flower waits,
Maybe a rose? A girl can’t help but dream.
Then she decides to her own love create,
Seeing carnations red and pink and cream-
Colored, for sale; a pink one’s beauty seems
Ideal, she buys herself a long-stemmed bloom.
Kindness and love can always make more room.

To and From the Stars

So much is happening these days,
I need a ride in a spaceship,
Or some other faraway trip,
To escape this frenetic craze.

What’s needed now? To turn my gaze
Upon what’s beautiful and bright:
Even right here, there is the sight
Of stars, burning brightly from far
Away, a light which is not marred
By difficulties from this fight.

A décima for this week’s challenge and also linked to FOWC: Frenetic. I forced myself to try to write a more positive ending to this poem. Key word is “try.”