Today for Quadrille Monday, the prompt word is “ash.” I wrote this as a cherita, too, since it happened to work that way.
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I am sharing another poem from the archives. 🙂 During my archaeological dig through my notebooks today, I found this haiku and thought it was cute.
Sweet simple sparrow
Singing softly, staccato,
P.S. Many thanks to Brian Vos, whose prompt I linked to above, because after I shared this poem last week, he told me it would be interesting to see more of my older stuff. So, he’s the one who caused me to open Pandora’s Box. 🙂
It’s that time of week again: Paint-Chip Poetry at the last minute! This week, Linda is challenging us to write a Sestina, a word that strikes fear into poets everywhere 😳 (or maybe just me). I have finished only 2 sestinas in my entire life, and I actually liked one of them! I meant to start this poem earlier, but all I did was look at the paint chips:
For Fandango’s “Flashback Friday,” I found a few different poems on my blog written on September 24th of past years. There are actually 3 of them that I liked (out of 5, I think). The one I’m reposting is this one because I appreciated being reminded of the “Nocturna” form. I recommend that you browse the archives of my blog and read the others, but I won’t lecture you about it. 🙂
What am I doing up at midnight?
What is this haunting raven for?
I wish she’d raged against the dying of her light —
My maiden beautiful and fair,
My maiden lost too soon, Lenore,
Whose memory is ever there
In the bleakness of December snows,
Amidst my tomes of forgotten lore,
“Nevermore,” the raven croaks — he knows! he knows!
I wrote this etheree today, inspired by the psalms and gospel. It also reminded me of the poem The Dove of Peace, which I wrote a while ago. I wrote a series of 3 poems based on one picture, but I’ll only link to the first one. 🙂
I could have
Wings like a dove,
Like the dove of peace,
Like the dove alighting
On Jesus — and those white wings
Shall open wide and welcoming,
Finding rest in the depths of my heart,
Where even there will be found living peace.
This is a décima for this week’s challenge from Ronovan Writes. We are supposed to use the word “oops” in one of the C rhyme lines. Since a new challenge will be posted tomorrow, it would definitely be an “oops” not to write and post one today. 🙂 I did almost forget about it. Also for FOWC: Poor and MVB: Fondness.
Despite fondness to post and write,
Feeling like writing is my core,
Of much time to write I feel poor
Sometimes, all spent, out of sight.
To use time well is oft a fight,
More often than not, I say “Oops!”
But quickly hawk-like my mind swoops
Upon right words, poem is my prey,
As I at last redeem today —
Before the clock flies through more loops.
This is a poem that I posted exactly 5 years ago. The original post is here. I’m grateful for this one. Good job, Jenna from 5 years ago!
When life is hard and full of sorrows,
You hold them in Your hand.
You, who with all grief acquainted,
Are stronger than this world’s sand.
Hold me tightly my dear Savior,
And redeem this day,
May I be safe in the Beloved,
And in Your goodness stay.
Jenna from 5 years ago then adds, “There is always, always hope.”
Inspired by the Sunday Writing Prompt at MLMM (it might be a little too late), “The Little Things.” Also for FOWC: Realm. The other day, I was in my backyard and noticed a beautiful flower, so I took a photo of it. I posted it to Instagram with the caption (in part), “How can you be sad when you are looking at a flower like this?”