On Epiphany

Today is the traditional Feast of the Epiphany, when the Wise Men arrived to see and worship the baby Jesus. I wrote this Chaucerian stanza on Sunday, when the Epiphany was observed at Mass. The Magi certainly had a sense of anticipation as the journeyed such a long distance to find Jesus, and they were privileged to witness the unfathomable mystery of God becoming a human baby. 

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Astronomers who’d journeyed from afar
Rejoiced to lay their treasures at His feet,
Trusting there was a Light beyond their star:
True King and God, whom death could not defeat.
In Mary’s arms the Savior they did greet,
Their Lord, their great reward at journey’s end.
Now to all people Christ’s life still extends.

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Inside the Eye

It has been hard for me to come up with poems during the last 2 days, especially halfway-good ones, but I wanted to post a poem today, having skipped it yesterday. Even when all of my poems are bad, they are fun to write because, especially if I am writing in a specific form, it is like playing with words. 🙂 Here’s one poem that I managed to finish last night. It happens to use the word for FOWC from a couple of days ago (stupendous!).

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I’ve hardly written anything today:
Ideas swirl, but none solidify.
It’s difficult to figure what to say.
Ideas aren’t stupendous; don’t know why.
Yet realizing this, I start to try.
Some lines take shape in this stanzaic form,
Like a calm eye inside a frantic storm.

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Tiny Promptings

This is a Chaucerian stanza, written today for Brian’s prompt about listening and  also for FOWC: Bring. You never know what a “random” act of generosity and kindness can do.

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Many Types of Trees

Many trees outside are staying green,
Though even here it’s getting colder.
In my neighborhood some fallen leaves
Are red; seems falling makes them bolder.
However long the time, they offer
Beauty, which it is a joy to see —
And inside, there is a Christmas tree.

Repentance

My heart has been disposed to stray from God;
May I ten times the more seek Him again,
What is it worth if certain ones applaud,
If I am sadly far from Him often?
My heart has been with arrows shot, broken
Yet how I needed it! For in that pain
I am reminded why He ought to reign.

Tick-Tock Talking

A late (but not too late!) submission for DVerse’s current poetry form challenge: the Wayra. I love trying new forms, and this is a short, 5-line, syllabic form. Follow the link to find out more and to read other wayra poems that are probably better than mine. 🙂

Mercy

I began this Chaucerian stanza yesterday and finished it this afternoon. It’s not for any prompt (“sneaky” was one of the prompt words a few days ago), but I feel like posting it anyway. 🙂

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Carnations

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

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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.

Yesterday to Tomorrow

The bridge between two days is called “Today,”
The past and future merge when it is Now:
Although this moment cannot ever stay,
And in a blink will need to take a bow
Without an encore, let Hope allow
A smooth transition to the moments new.
A brand-new land waits barely out of view.

Motivation

I wrote this Chaucerian stanza last night. Emotions are extremely capricious, and the last few days I have felt pretty good, which is a relief. I’m sure the more difficult emotions will come back, but my hope is that I can practice being more resilient. Prayer helps. 🙂