A Better Transgression

At DVerse, yesterday’s Poetics prompt was about peer pressure. Although I wanted to write a longer and more personal piece, that’s not happening yet, and it might be too personal for this blog, anyway (“too personal for this blog??” Who knew there was such a thing?). Instead, here is a five-line poem I wrote last night, based on a Bible verse that was in my reading.


Conform not to the culture which surrounds:
To find one’s way, transgressing o’er its bounds
May be the better choice, to remain true
To what a human ought to be and do.
Integrity will furnish solid ground.

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sunflower beginning to open
A sunflower beginning to open —
I took this photo about 2 years ago

Nature in Black and White

This week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge is “nature in black & white.” None of these was taken specifically for this challenge, which might be cheating, but I found recent photos of nature that I took and applied a black-and-white filter to them. I think B&W photos look pretty cool because the contrast(s) are heightened.

New flowers in the garden a few days ago
A cute little rabbit in my yard, seen through the front window.
I stared at it for a good 2 minutes because it was so cute!

From one of the recent times when I saw ducklings + Mama Duck, flowers in foreground

Despite my writing-obsessed, poetic disposition, I can’t think of any poems to write about these photos. Leave a comment if you have an idea! πŸ˜€Β 

Night and Day

For Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge, “Night and Day,” here is my response. I am only one day late! πŸ™‚

I looked through my photos from my first year of college, when I lived on campus and when I used to take photos of the flowers all the time, any time of the day. Looking back, I see that I had a lot of fun giving them creative titles, and also probably never deleted a single one!

All of Us...
I took this one around sunset.
I had titled this one, “Beauty in the Night.”

Unfortunately, I’m having trouble uploading any more photos. There were 2 more that I wanted to share. Here is a little poem I just wrote:

Keep?
Vanish
The petals,
The day and night,
Memory is left —
Looking at these,
We can be
Happy
Still.

Bouquets of Roses

Woman
Clothed with the sun,
The moon under her feet,
And on her head a diadem:
Twelve stars

Mother
Of Christ’s body,
Praying for her children:
Let’s give her bouquets of roses
Today

Happy Mother’s Day!

Our Lady in Revelation 12:1 - "And a great sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed in the sun ...

Cherita: Epitaph

An old poem for Fandango’s Flashback Friday. I’ve started 4 poems (and a 6-sentence story πŸ™‚ ) today with no conclusions. By the end of the night, I will finish at least one of those, because I am NOT breaking my 5- or 6-year poetry-writing streak! However, that is not right now!


“Epitaph: A Cherita” (written 5/1/2022)

Here lies unrealized poetic potential.

You will place yellow daffodils on the grave;
She previously thought them obnoxious, but lately…

She admired their unapologetic audacity:
These loud, happy, yellow blooms
Exuberant, speaking words she entombed.

christian cross surrounded by daffodils
Photo by Jessica Lewis Creative on Pexels.com

A Bug’s-Eye View

Taken in my backyard on Friday, when I thought it would be an especially good idea to be out in the sunshine. I was trying to get a bug’s eye view of the garden and then took several pictures in order to make it worth the time spent getting back up! πŸ˜†

My response to “Last on the Card” for April. I also have a tanka to go along with it:

big pebbles, tall plants
flowers a long way away
viewed from the hard earth

this yard is a bug’s whole world
this world — much lies beyond it

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Sylvia

For DVerse Poetics, Merrill gives us a list of names of types of roses and asks us to use one or more in our poem / title. I combined this with day 19’s challenge to begin a poem with a command. Here are the possible names of roses:

Absent Friends
Absolutely Fabulous
A Whiter Shade of Pale
Bobby Dazzler
Boule de Neige
Julia’s Kiss
Leaping Salmon
Pretty Jessica
Purple Tiger
Sylvia
Twice in a Blue Moon

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A Vase with a Different Meaning

Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo.net has to do with writing “a story about the body.” It feels too triggering to hang out in that space today, and the prompt is optional, anyway. πŸ™‚ That’s why I am, instead, sharing my response to Sadje’s WDYS challenge #127. Like yesterday’s post, it has to do with flowers:

So I looked up tulip symbolism, of course! πŸ˜€

Then I wrote:

I.
vase of red tulips
left on steps — unrequited
should have been yellow

II.

vase of
simple tulips
belies passionate love —
but left alone on steps of stone
smolder

There might be more poems to come!