For this week’s Forgiving Fridays (actually on a Friday this time!), this poem is based on what happened on the first day of the new school semester, on Monday. I had gotten really anxious about going to class last semester and was scared that it would happen again. I did get a lottli overwhelmed in the stairway because of all the people but was able to not get stuck in it this time.
Just take a breath, this year is not like the last:
You are alive right now, not in the past,
Close your eyes and take a breath then fear is there,
And slowly ascend the set of concrete stairs
Into this new semester’s classroom
Caught not by the past — Resume.
At Real Toads today, we are going places!
We are going on a journey
To the center of the
Soul, exploring this labyrinthine
Place of mystery —
Obscure and ineffable even to me.
We are going to get lost
In the finding of
Ourselves, going deeper into this
Maze which ever amazes —
Exploring this person called “me.”
Please — you come too.
We are going back to school at DVerse today. Thankfully I don’t go back to my real classes for almost 2 weeks. I am also sharing this with forgiving Fridays.
I was good at school, and I hated school. Anxiety came from a young age: I was a “perfect student” because I was scared to speak up or to give a wrong answer. I froze during a history presentation in the eighth grade. No words escaped my mouth. I wrote nothing for an essay in the ninth grade, turning in a blank page. No words were on the paper. My teachers let me — more like made me — try again. I’m grateful for that now. For their forgiveness. And my own, as I speak now, as I keep on writing now.
Forgive past silence:
Now the river flows boldly
O’er eroded stones
For Frank J. Tassone’s haikai prompt for this week, which is fire, due to the huge wildfires devastating California. This prompt hits a little too close to home (literally), since I live in southern California and am ectreextr worried about the fires and honestly about the future of this planet.
Nature is angry
Turning up heat, destruction —
I do not blame her
For this week’s Forgiving Fridays. Note: Basil is symbolic of hatred, a fact that I learned from this DVerse post.
I yearn to show more love,
But sometimes when I try
The feelings are flavored with basil —
Maybe, what I find myself hating
Is something I dislike within myself,
And forgiveness of this fault
Is the path to greater love
For both of us.
At Real Toads over the weekend, Bjorn prompted us to write a poem about or inspired by radiation. I decided to write about an emotion that has been a struggle lately.
It is inside
Gets triggered and simply
All around and
Poisons the environment
I promise I’m an optimist —
I know there’s light somewhere
Even if it’s dark right now;
Even if I’m lost right now
I will be found;
Even if I feel exiled right now
I will be home tonight;
Even if I feel burdensome, useless
I am talented, priceless
And that is why I fight.
“Opposites attract” at DVerse. I did have fun with this prompt. It was a good one.