This is for MLMM’s Tale Weaver prompt and this week’s décima challenge, where we are supposed to use the word “wind” in the B rhyme spot. Follow the links for more info!
The close of day is no dead end:
Though the path out may wend and wind,
The pinkish dawn is ripe to find
A better way, and hope, to tend.
The close of day is wont to send
Symbolic messages of fear;
Ignore that siren-song and steer
Away from treacherous creatures.
Nightmares to dreams: morning features
New rosiness of life to cheer.
This is for the 26th installment of paint-chip poetry. Our topic is supposed to be What a Relief, so I made an extra effort to be positive. *smiles*
What a relief!
Smooth sailing soon, doom not concrete,
Gives us relief.
Fear, shark-like, is a sneaky thief —
There are straw hats to help the heat
An icy drink and comfy seat:
What a relief!
I was thinking about the “Our Father” prayer and wrote this.
Give us this day
Gratitude for simply living.
Give us this day
The grace to walk the narrow way
Aright; and to assuage pain’s sting,
A heart of generous giving
Give us, this day.
A silly little quatrain for FOWC: Cranky
There blares an early alarm,
To rouse from comfy bed so warm,
There barges in a cranky mood —
Coffee will fix it, and make it good!
We are writing traditional haibun about “one shining moment” in our life. Green and gold were mt high school’s colors.
After four years came her shining moment: Finally she was graduating from high school, with high honors. Her grades were not perfect, but she was happier for the fact of their imperfection, since it showed that she could survive it.
The sky above the sea of green and gold smiled benignly, while the future lay ahead of her like an exciting novel, in a language she could not read.
Under blazing sun
Clouds float in their big ocean —
We toss tasseled caps
For the Writers’ Pantry, here is a quatrain that I wrote 2 days ago after spending some time in my back yard.
She stares transfixed at the garden full of life,
She, full of feelings mixed, childlike delight
Planted between pressures of grave responsibility —
Yet the silent butterflies seem to speak prophecy.
Photo taken by me last month
It is already the tenth décima challenge from Ronovan, and this is my offering.
The world today’s a messy place:
It seems impossible to clean,
So in the rubble we must glean
Glinting sunlight learn to embrace.
Now at a dizzying pace
Confusion makes more mess: often
We think it’s figured out, and then
Does anything make any sense?
We know there will be recompense
But we are impatient for when.
This is a Décima for this week’s challenge. It was also partially inspired by today’s Writers’ Pantry, to which I am linking. Also linked to FOWC: Ordinary.
There is some good worth fighting for,
Even if we don’t know what’s next
Watching video, reading text
Cause fears to multiply and pour.
Yet I know, in my deepest core,
Beauty in ordinary hours
Might be tiny, yet overpow’rs
Somehow, despite the hard struggle.
It’s the moments that make life full,
This is quite a time: It is ours.
For FOWC: Thanks and yesterday’s Saturday Mix about opposing forces, and also shared with this week’s Writers’ Pantry. This poetry form is called a sevenling .
Thank you for the absence
Of oppressive heat, of sickness
In my vicinity, of being busy.
Thank you too for the presence
Of friendship over long distance,
Of voices, and to balance them — silence.
Gift of timing comes with everything.
Photo by Porapak Apichodilok on Pexels.com
I’m a “fan” of SoCS. 🙂 Here are two little poems I wrote for it. The second was inspired by today’s Gospel reading (see Mark 12:42).
Air blowing —
The widow’s two coins:
Nothing fancy, far from it
But what a great gift.