Compassion: For my body and soul, In their many weaknesses and strengths Acknowledge Emotions as they come, Watch as they flow, and then let them go The fullness Of life lies in knowing Te value of embracing it all
Another syllabic form for NaPoWriMo day 20. I live in California, so it’s not midnight yet. 🙂
I finished a décima just now and am sharing it for NaPoWriMo day 11.
Give glory to God, all peoples, He has restored my soul to life, Rewarded me after all strife, So that my joy may soon be full. In deep darkness I felt a pull To life, was rescued from Death's jaws -- So I would like to take a pause, My great Deliverer to thank, Helped me to float when my boat sank. Give all of Heaven some applause.
Kindness A lifesaver: And your hands' welcome warmth A haven which makes this life worth Living
I just wanted to share this little cinquain today. Tomorrow begins National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), so my goal is to post a new poem every day in April! See you all tomorrow. 🙂
Today, WordPress asks us about our favorite type of weather. It reminded me of my least favorite type of weather: heavy rain, especially prolonged rain. This is, unfortunately, the type of weather we have been experiencing lately, which has been horrible for my mental health and at least part of the reason why I have been having such a hard time for the past 2 or 3 weeks. Today — hooray! — we had a fairly warm day with plenty of sunshine.
Sun
Shining
Happiness
Upon the Earth,
Warming ground and grass:
Shine on my upturned face
To renew mind and body,
And help my hope to replenish,
For I’m thirsting for your healing rays,
That I may smile for many days to come.
Love is sharing your popcorn.
Charles Schultz
I recently found this quotation and thought it was cute so am sharing for One-Liner Wednesday. I also can’t help thinking about the person I have lately been sharing my popcorn with…. ❤
My response for Stream-of-Consciousness Saturday, a day late (but the acronym SoCS still fits!).
Let us
This day give thanks
With all our hearts, for life:
There is beauty right here where you
Are now.
The air
Filling your lungs is a great gift,
Blood pumping through your veins
And returning
To heart.
Nothing sounds fun. Music, reading, even writing Fill me with apathy: So much nothing It has a weight In my chest and belly, On my shoulders -- Yet still I live, Getting older, Getting through drudgery, Until life smiles on me.
This depressing poem is brought to you by 3 prompts: FOWC: Drudgery, MVB: Fun, and Sammi Scribbles’ weekend writing prompt. One thing I’m grateful for: even though nothing sounds fun, I still can write stuff. I also sat down at the piano for 5 or 10 minutes earlier this morning.
The prompt for JusJoJan is “complaint.” Also for MVB: Melody. Depression really is an illness, because I don’t have any real complaints about my life (other than the fact that I can’t yet drive, and it’s going to take me forever to learn well). However, I wrote this poem, thinking about how depression sucks the life out of life. If that makes sense.
All the beauty depression dims, Makes me sleep, when I should Keep my eyes open: Lack of an attention span Truncates melodies, where Once I would listen fully, Sensing more than discordant Harmonies, and appreciating All the different instruments In life's amazing orchestral piece.
Despite my resolution, I did not post yesterday. That’s because what I had for Stream-of-Consciousness Saturday was the following:
Once upon a time
There was a sweet little girl
And now she is dead
(I’m actually less depressed now than earlier)
Today’s word is gratitude. Great word, but I still can’t write a poem. Let’s write a gratitude list for now!
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