This poem was inspired by yesterday’s SoCS, but I didn’t write it until today. It surprises me how difficult it seemed to write a post starting with the word, “If.”
If none of this Covid stuff ever happened,
If fear didn’t let it get out of proportion,
Maybe I wouldn’t feel hopeless so often.
Here is autumn again —
When I become popsicle-like
During early mornings and nights,
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I am sharing another poem from the archives. 🙂 During my archaeological dig through my notebooks today, I found this haiku and thought it was cute.
Sweet simple sparrow
Singing softly, staccato,
Staying satisfied
P.S. Many thanks to Brian Vos, whose prompt I linked to above, because after I shared this poem last week, he told me it would be interesting to see more of my older stuff. So, he’s the one who caused me to open Pandora’s Box. 🙂
I decided to join in One-Liner Wednesday this week, and here is mine:
For Ronovan’s décima challenge for this week, before he releases a new one tomorrow. My thoughts are turning rather bright today. 🙂
What a present of renewed sight,
A gift to find that hopes aren’t dead
Nor quashed; slowly yet surely led
Back into the morningtime bright!
Being itself feels much more light,
Worrying about so much less.
Remember this for happiness:
Life can be far from the zenith
And be positive, looked at with
Wonder and depth, and openness.
Linking up with FOWC: Figment, even though I have actually been working on this for 3 days. For whatever reason, it was rather challenging for me to finish.
In this moment all is well,
Calling me to peace.
All my worries letting go,
Tension can release.
Now is no disaster near,
Figment of my worries.
Dealing with anxiety
Is part of the journey.
What’s to come? A mystery.
But for now breathe peacefully.
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.
Today’s SoCS prompt is near / far. The very first thing I thought about when I read that was the theme song from the Titanic movie, but I was not going to write about that, so here is the haibun that went through my brain this evening (haibuns fit really well with this stream-of-consciousness writing, in general).
I feel close to my online friends, even though they’re far away. Whether they live on the other side of the ocean or in the next state, we “see” each other through computer screens and user names. Yet we share our real worries, and we pray together, taking time to celebrate friendship and victories.
On the other hand, on the other side of my house are people I often feel most far-away from.
deep virtual bonds
easing pain of loneliness —
alleviated
This is for DVerse Poetics’s prompt, “Always in Season.” It turns out that, a few months ago, I wrote a different poem about an orange, which is interesting because I don’t like oranges that much. Nevertheless, they are evidently full of juicy inspiration!
I peeled an orange and found
Joy, inside that rough exterior peel,
Bordering on obnoxious with that summery citrus scent,
Joy in the juice which covered my fingers,
In the pulp which found its way
Under each one of my fingernails —
I peeled an orange and grabbed
Happiness, full of ripeness, because I wasn’t
Looking overly intently for it.
So much is happening these days,
I need a ride in a spaceship,
Or some other faraway trip,
To escape this frenetic craze.
What’s needed now? To turn my gaze
Upon what’s beautiful and bright:
Even right here, there is the sight
Of stars, burning brightly from far
Away, a light which is not marred
By difficulties from this fight.
A décima for this week’s challenge and also linked to FOWC: Frenetic. I forced myself to try to write a more positive ending to this poem. Key word is “try.”
