“Sometimes, you’ve just got to color.“
I wrote a tanka after beginning to color the above picture. Pusheen coloring Filled with magical creatures, Mermaids, centaurs, more Imagination is freed Despite the brain and body
There’s a whole list of things I could share with you for One-Liner Wednesday, but this is today’s. 🙂 After not coloring anything for at least 2 months, I’m on a roll! A sushi roll, it seems.
Brian’s prompt for this week, which I didn’t even look at until this morning, is “Fleeting Beauty,” as you could guess from the title. 🙂 He suggests the haiku form for this topic (which works in my favor because I was short on time). I do agree that a brief, often nature-based form like the haiku is effective for this theme.
I took it in a different direction, though, since I’ve been at work a lot and am getting inspiration from the lovely, delicious, ephemeral, consumable works of Italian-ice-and-frozen-custard art! Without any further ado, here is:
“Fleeting Yummy”
Chocolate custard tops
Birthday cake ice, with sprinkles
Melts soon in the sun
If I want to look deeper into this poem, I could say that the “birthday cake ice” represents the passage of time, years going by as someone gets older. Although I probably am about to have another mid-life crisis, all it really “represents” is what I ate this afternoon. XD
I am not feeling forlorn or despairing today but just wanted to share that. Here is a poem I wrote today on a similar theme:
Out of compassion,
My soul yearns for connection —
In my heart always
Even if you forget me
Memory will be precious
Yesterday was a great day! I got to hang out with friends and even see pictures of one friend’s new kitten and in-person tiny ducklings! This morning was also great, as I got to go to Mass and see people, even my priest’s dog (and he’s also really cool without the dog).
That’s why I can’t figure out why I feel like this:
less than half a day
cuteness and companionship
evaporating —
this is not my will
this is the monster’s bidding,
his chilling fingers
blindfolding my eyes,
blanketing my memory
life’s heat extinguished
descending circles
I am Persephone tricked,
taken to Hades
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
As of this moment, around 5 p.m. on Tuesday evening, I have 7 poems started today and space set aside for 2 or 3 others. How many are finished? Two. Yes, I often have difficulty finishing what I’ve started, especially in a timely manner! Most of my poetry is not elegant, but especially after 2 or 3 days I don’t care and just want to write something. Here’s a haiku (or senryu? maybe even zappai??) and a reverse etheree.
Heaven forever,
Soul lifted to this reward
One catch: No shortcuts.
So,
Tell me:
Is this the
Life-giving rain,
Little fall making
Flowers grow? Or is it
Opening of the floodgates —
Oh, I know, You promised not to
Send everlasting inundation
Again — none about other destruction.
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).
“Am I a Caterpillar?”
If I turn to goo
Hope it’s intermediate –
The next stage better
“Nonet: Into a Butterfly”
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,
Awaiting
Lovely
Change.
My day 17 poem is below. Today was a wonderful day, but now I’m getting anxious again — clearly, the “holy high” I felt earlier, during the morning, has worn off! So now I’m trying not to get stuck in the not-so-great feelings. I was going to write a poem about my family’s dog, which we had from the time I was 7 until age 18, but it would make me sad to write about that dog (I’m still not over it). So, I have something a bit lighter! 🙂 Continue reading
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. 🙂 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! 😀
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!
Today, even a response to SoCS has been elusive. I kept thinking about my trip to Japan when I was 16. I could also write about my family’s trip to Hawaii in August of 2019 (the last vacation Before Covid), or about the many times I have tripped over my own feet. The goal, though, is a poem, not just a rant. Maybe this counts?
Hawaiian ocean
Memories of blue —
I really miss it
(here’s the water)
Or I could even write:
Mother-daughter bond:
Feed me pie and shut up and
Tell me I’m pretty
(we went to a spa and then ate quiche, chicken pot pie,
and chocolate pie)
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