A Real Relief

I am so happy, to be feeling happy,
It is a real relief, to feel relief:
This is a gift, and if it stays steady, 
It's sure to save everyone a ton of grief. 

The quatrain above was written right after Mass 6 days ago. Overall, my mood has stayed steady and positive (THANK YOU, JESUS!). Even some things that have worried me haven’t had too much of an impact on my overall mood.

I’d been distraught over my birthday, but it’s actually been a great one (it’s today ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿฅณ). Here’s a silly little poem I wrote this morning:

Soon after Strawberry Moon,
A new year's begun:
I've gone around the sun!


Fun fact: I also have a twin brother. I call him my “Wombmate.”

Lux in Tenebris

It’s a day late for Fandango’s Flashback Friday, so here I am with “See-it-again Saturday.”ย  ๐Ÿ™‚ This time I skimmed through my archives for past Junes, especially for poems written around this same date (June 10th or 11th). I found several good ones, if I can say so myself. This chance to go back and read poems that I’ve forgotten about is quite welcome!I hope you enjoy reading. ๐Ÿ˜€

First, a tetractys, originally published here:

The key
To my heart:
It wants to be
Loved deeply, for itself, like anyone.

I was encouraged by Jenna-from-5-years-ago with this one:

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
โ€” John 1:5

Words might be hurtful,
And rejection, might be mine,
But my God redeems it,
Et lux in tenebris lucet.

Will my friends abandon me,
In this Gethsemane?
But God gets me through it,
Et lux in tenebris lucet.

Amidst mean words,
I seek my Shepherd:
My lamp is lit,
Et lux in tenebris lucet.

Lastly, I wanted to link to this poem here, titledย  “Water Is Dry,” which I found intriguing.

Uplifting Ramble

For E.M.’s Sunday Ramble, on Tuesday. ๐Ÿ™‚ Better late than never to write about “Uplifting Chatter.”

I was reluctant to post yesterday, even though I ended up writing 6 poems (“Reluctant” was yesterday’s MVB prompt word, and I didn’t even know that until this morning, since I didn’t read blogs either, yesterday). Thankfully, my fervor seems to have returned. I’d been thinking last night, “Just don’t post at all for this week; it doesn’t matter. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ ๐Ÿ˜ฆ ๐Ÿ˜ฆ ”

Okay, on to the Happy!

  • When you feel negative, what techniques do you use to bring yourself up to feeling positive?

I try to reach out to friends but also don’t want to bring my friends down. Hugging my stuffed animals, especially my brand-new cute little crab. Going to see the ducks in the park. Looking at flowers. I don’t even have to go anywhere to look at beautiful flowers because my brother has filled our backyard with beautiful flowers and other plants. He has the greenest thumb you will ever encounter! I like to joke that he took all of my gardening ability in the womb, since I can’t garden to save my life, and he is the Plant Whisperer!


  • What is a smell that made you smile when you woke up today?

It would be too easy to say “coffee,” although that is true. I suppose it was nice that my room wasn’t stuffy. Also, the lotion I used smelled flowery and fruity.

  • An owl is known for its wisdom, what are you known for?

Being cute, for some reason. Even strangers call me “sweetie” all the time. In high school, I was known for being smart. I have probably gotten dumber since then, but that’s okay because I like myself more. ๐Ÿ™‚

  • Do you know any good recipes? If so, can you share one? (If you donโ€™t cook, tell me your favorite food recipe that someone else makes for you.)

My family makes this chicken-broccoli casserole with rice, and it’s one of our favorite dishes!

  • How do you console the people around you? (Online or in-person)

If it’s online or via text, I do love the hugging emoji. I also love actual hugs. I also try to be a good listener, and people have said that I am. If the person is a Christian, it’s also nice to pray together.

Enough for Today

My free-verse response to Brian’s prompt, “back to basics.” It also uses today’s Dictionary.com Word of the Day, tenebrific.

I'm afraid of the future. 
Every day seems more tenebrific,
Potentially terrifying, not terrific
Drought and shortages,
Heartbreak not far away

Later will this be sufficient?
I profoundly feel deficient,
How much of what there is can stay? 

But I have enough:
Food, water (coffee),
Physical and mental shelter 
And even Love and Hope
For today.

Side note: The word “tenebrific” reminded me of the Holy Week liturgy called Tenebrae, plus the word “terrific!” ๐Ÿ˜€

So Many, So Many, So Many

I started 4 poems this morning (and have a few unfinished from yesterday) without looking at any prompts. After looking at prompts, there are even more possibilities! ๐Ÿ˜…I love this, but it’s also overwhelming.

So many, so many, so many ideas
Become a traffic jam on the freeway of my brain;
So many spaces of notebook remain
Empty, causing a mind-crash and nearly a defeat:
Yet here the words flow finally, as a tenuous victory. 

Linked with MVB: Empty and also partially inspired by MLMM’S Saturday Mix: Opposing Forces. I like to try to use alliteration and assonance, the repetition of consonant and vowel sounds, in my poetry. ๐Ÿ˜

Side note: THANK YOU to everyone who left a comment on my poem from about a week ago, “Something Inevitable.” I don’t always respond to comments, but I appreciate each one, and I was BLOWN AWAY by the response to that poem. Thank you. ๐Ÿ˜Š You inspire me to keep sharing. โœจ๏ธ

The Good Life

Brian’s prompt for this week, which I am once again trying to complete on Thursday, is “the good life.” It was nice to reflect on what makes a good life — a good life does not have to be an easy life. It was also a timely reminder that I already have many aspects of “the good life.” ๐Ÿ™‚ At the end of each day, before going to sleep, I thank God for many things, every good thing that I can remember from the day — and most days I have a litany. This poem is also for DVerse and is a cinq-cinquain.

Breathe in:
Salty sea air,
Relaxing on the sand
Feeling the sun as the waves break —
Take breaks

Other times life
Requires the daily grind,
Work giving oneself a purpose,

To wake
Each new morning,
Other than the coffee
(Although that always is a plus
For me) —

In Eden ere
The first sin, Adam worked
As a gardener helping all life
To grow —

To face each day,
A purpose found in life:
Actions to take, imprints to leave,
To love

a golden retriever lying on green grass field
Photo by Barnabas Davoti on Pexels.com

I think having a doggy would make “the good life” even better. ๐Ÿ™‚

Journal… Have fun reading

I’ve been nervous for today. I’m going to be all alone all day, and it’s really bad timing because satan hates me.ย ๐Ÿ˜…

In addition, my phone reminded me that three years ago today was a really tough day. Long story short, my friend knew that I was in a horrific mind-place, so she all but kidnapped me and forced me to hang out with her and some friends, watchingย Legally Blonde, eating pizza, and playing with a little dog. Then, she didn’t let me go home until I was 95% asleep.ย 

My phone reminded me of this by bringing up the photos of that dog.ย 

I’m trying to make this day good, though! At least I am reminded of how much that friend loved me.ย ๐Ÿ˜Šย We’ve pretty much lost touch, but I pray for her every. Single. Day. What she did is really the pinnacle of friendship, even though I was pissed about it at the time.ย 

A poem will be posted later today.ย 

Continued Inspiration

In the previous post, I mentioned other poems inspired by the chrysalis from earlier this week. Here are 2 of them (I wrote a third, but it didn’t turn out).

โ€œAm I a Caterpillar?โ€

If I turn to goo
Hope itโ€™s intermediate โ€“
The next stage better

โ€œNonet: Into a Butterflyโ€

Caterpillar, along a leaf, eats
Does it know what it is doing?
It cares not for appearance
But only what it is:
Deep down it must know
Of Imago,

shallow focus photography of green caterpillar on green leaf
Photo by Egor Kamelev on Pexels.com