Cheer?

For DVerse Poetics: Cheers!, we are to write inspired by a drink. I’m glad that it wasn’t limited to alcoholic beverages because I don’t drink; in fact, I find the mere smell of alcohol repulsive.

Other people have written gorgeous poems involving wine, but this is mine. 😅 I write what I know, haha. Comments are appreciated. 


Starbucks is my bar. 

I walked straight there, after
Getting my heart broken (again)

I needed a hot, tall (handsome?)
Dark roast immediately that morning,
And time to cry and write.

The salt from my tears
Under the rims of my glasses

Made me look somewhat on the rocks.

Feeling Caught Between

My quadrille for DVerse’s quadrille Monday. I don’t really want to link up, because that imposes the obligation to read several other responses, but I’m posting this so might as well. We have many good poets who link up, anyway; reading other quadrilles will be a fun time. 🙂 I’m just blah today. Even with the retreat, I’m still feeling this way. Maybe a little better (see the poem below) but not great.


 

Feeling caught between
Death, 
A brutal death,
And life,
A better life:

Can see accomplishing
That second job,
That’s driver’s license
Or at least riding a bike – 

But now, again,
Preferring to sleep.

A second guardian angel
Had better
Wing his way over here. 

Bref Double

My attempt at a Bref Double poem for DVerse. Since it’s a French form, I felt the need to try it, and I also wanted an excuse to share this image (found on the prompt page):

This is just for fun and is not meant to be a masterpiece, as it was written quickly all in one sitting and mostly improvised, inspired mostly by the title of my post from yesterday. Maybe I will try to write one in French later.


 

A writer has to write,
No matter meter or form,
Many possibilities
Coalescing into a poem.

Though muddled is my sight,
Hopefully clarity comes,
Quickly showing verities
While through many lies I comb.

May my words light the night,
Even a very small bit:
This is the hope my mind sees,
For poetry feels like home. 

This verse of fourteen lines might
Not make sense -- apologies! 

Kneaded

I feel hesitant to post anything today, but here is a shadorma I wrote yesterday, inspired by a talk at my women’s group.

dough of days:
needed gratitude
kneaded in,
taking time,
so that even in the heat
spirit is rising

Photo by Klaus Nielsen on Pexels.com

Since I shared that, I’m now linking with DVerse OLN. Might as well. 🙂

Are You?

Are you a Kindly Moon?
Is that why I've been feeling
Happy, lately, despite 
Missing him?
            (Someone said,
"The heart is a lonely hunter"
And is that not true, mournful
As a wolf's howl?)

Happy, lately, despite 
Being a Traveler in the tension
Between now and not-yet? 

There's nothing wrong with wanting,
Nor with the process of waiting,
But if I were a gopher I would 
Look back,
          (If I were Lot's wife I would
Be all salty)
                   Longing for a past
Which can never be remembered 
With the fidelity of Ivy --

      Yet, Kindly Moon, you see
      The harvest growing tall
      And ripe, after this Seed Fall. 

Thanks to DVerse Poetics for this prompt, using the various names for the October full moon as inspiration (follow the link for the full list). Also inspired by FOWC: Tension. I’m not sure whether this “Kindly Moon” pleasant and stable mood will last, but at least I could write this. 

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Bells

Yesterday I mentioned having written a quadrille for DVerse’s prompt, and today I wrote a better one, which is the one I am sharing. The word of the week is bell.


 

Bells, signifying the end and the beginning
Of class, students as hundreds or thousands of
Pavlov's dogs showing their conditioning;

Bells, ringing out to celebrate holidays
Or weddings, promises of love and peace;
     Somber ones for funerals

Bells, signifying the end and the beginning

Losing Track

It’s Quadrille Monday at the DVerse Poets virtual pub! This week’s word is track. Also written for FOWC: Medal.


We always, always kept track of grades,
Mine we always As, 
Except for one B+ 
In an AP Physics class --
That's another thing,
I took six APs --
And in academic decathlon 
I won seven medals.

And what do I have
Left of it now? 

Believe it or not, I did write something happy today, this morning. Maybe I’ll share it later. Maybe I can even try to write a second quadrille. In the meantime, here is my quadrille, based on my dumpster-fire of a life, in which all of my previous achievements have burned to invisible ashes.

The moral of this story is, if you did badly in school, none of it matters anyway!

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Good / Evil

I began this poem yesterday for the DVerse Poetics prompt about good and evil and finished it today in order to share with Open-Link Night. It is written almost like an inner dialogue. I wanted to vary the rhymes a little bit more, but I don’t know; maybe the monorhyme for half the poem works.


 

Supposed to think of life as greatest gift,
But tired of trying hard to spirit life.
                                     Come and get a little lost,
                                     In the darkness, high cost.
                                     Come and listen to accusers.
Fight against that voice, that we won’t lose her.
                                      After a rest, the monster
                                      Stirs, peace it defers.
She tries to remember all that life offers.
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A Very Punchable Face

For DVerse’s Quadrille Monday. Our word is punch, and we write a poem in 44 words. Also for FOWC: Beginner.


 

Out of nowhere depression says,
"I'm gonna kick your ass,"
And even after years I feel a beginner
As it gets stronger, I'm outclassed.

For a day I'm down on the ground,
But I'll punch it in the face
Next time it comes around.

Not sure how poetic the phrase “I’m gonna kick your ass” is, but at least there was rhyme. The monster does seem to be getting stronger; even though I know lots of “coping skills” now and have friends and even medical help, I just can hardly handle it these days…

Sharing this image from the DVerse post:

Where does strength come from?

This is a poem I wrote today, which I am sharing with DVerse Open-Link. We are going live today, so I intend to read this aloud. Not sure if I like the ending. It is hard to end poems well, at least hard for me to do so, so I am interested in feedback (and also wanting to use Fandango’s one-word for today 🙂 ).


 

Strength comes from loving.
Strength comes from sitting with others in their sorrows,
Without attempting to convince them of better tomorrows
Just sitting, being a comfort in their crying.

Strength comes from crying.
Being what society says is strong for too long,
Finally admitting that times are terribly trying
Such that it seems a curse just to be living.

Strength comes from living.
Strength comes from loving, sitting, crying, trying.
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