Happy Birthday

For DVerse Poetics, we’re writing about food. Anyone who regularly reads this blog knows this topic can be quite heavy for me. Even if you’re “recovered” from an eating disorder, it never really leaves you. The topic of food can also be fun, but I went the “heavy” route because this poem wanted to be written. Not sure if this is a “good” poem, but I put my heart (and my painfully-visceral feelings) into it, so here goes. Linked with JusJoJan day 11 as well.


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The Edges of Janus’s Face

(a depiction of the Roman god Janus, for which
this month is named)

I wasn’t going to post this, but it does work for the Rimas Dissolutas prompt at DVerse, which I was / am really excited about, and it’s not that bad. 🙂 I am planning on trying to write one in French because this is a French poetry form.


Bitter tears greeted the new year,
Shortly before she went to sleep
Grudgingly, angry at Heaven
Which remained far out of her reach.

The next several days seemed to veer
In a hopeful direction: Keep
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A Poem of Praise and Blessings

At DVerse, I learned of a new poetry form yesterday: the Kwansaba. I wrote mine about Thanksgiving, not any winter holiday, but I think it is done correctly. Also for FOWC: Claim.


With family all around the dining table
Six of us, but that is enough
We feast on juicy ham, fresh bread
Baked today, creamy green beans, such savory
And sweet fare; we savor the time
Sweet absence of strife even for today.
I claim with honesty to be blessed.

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Obscure Sorrows

DVerse Poetics prompt: The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. As a lover of words (and of poetry), I definitely wanted to try this prompt! We are given a list of a few words from the book and are asked to choose at least one to include in our poem. Most of them are quite relatable, so it was hard to choose. This one relates to me, even today:

Craxis: the unease of knowing how quickly your circumstances could change on you- that no matter how carefully you shape your life into what you want it to be, the whole thing could be overturned in an instant.


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Crown of Thorns

A second Quadrille for DVerse because I just wrote this and figured why not share. 🙂


They crowned Him
To mock Him,
But nothing
Could block Him
From extending grace to that crowd.
The Most High
Was never proud,
And never called angels
To take pain away:
He underwent suffering
As an act of loving,
Rose on the third day.