I wasn’t going to post anything today, but Linda’s challenge tells us to “Just Jot It,” JusJoJan 7, so here is something. I wrote this exactly 3 years ago:
Memento —
Memento mori
Moribund flowers wilt into winter,
Winter sun sleeps early,
Earlier than you think will the grim reaper come,
Come to claim your life, so —
So how are you going to live?
This was inspired by the picture below and is also for FOWC: Palace. Linked (a day late) to DVerse’s Open-Link.
Daisy-eyed child, filled with innocence,
Smiling as if all of nature is her palace —
No matter where life takes her in later days,
May such pure joy be always her recompense.
Today I wrote a sevenling for MVB: Pockets.
Even in the shadow places,
Where I feel stunted, scared
And even hunted by hostile evil — Continue reading
A sevenling for FOWC: Better and as a response to MLMM’s Saturday Mix, which is about using opposites today (Well, not today, but over the past weekend — I’m late with my response again). “Mend/break and order/mess” are our given pairs, but I fit in another pair of opposites as a fun bonus. The picture is just one that I liked, which I took in my garden a couple of years ago. I tend to think of flowers as hopeful things.
Messy room must be
Put in order, lost job
Found again, broken heart mended.
Lessons taught take time,
Miracles might not be
Immediate, healing can be heavy —
But “better” is possible.
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:
I found a flower on the ground
And heard grace whispering: a sound
Of gentleness consoling me,
I feel lucky.
I feel not only lucky — blessed,
To have the bloom of beauty rest
Before my eyes, a color deep,
Kindness to keep.
A flowering of hope renewed,
Of happiness and gratitude,
And when the petals’ beauty fades,
God’s presence stays.
I wrote this poem yesterday and today, inspired by the flower I found on the sidewalk while walking home from the library on Friday. To me, the flower was like a present from Jesus. Shared with this week’s Writers’ Pantry.
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.
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?”
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