SoCS : My…

As the title shows, this haibun is for stream-of-consciousness Saturday. It is also in response to FOWC: Field.


My major in college was French, and I have considered working in the field of education. I have always loved languages, and my high-school French teacher imparted to me a deep love of that language and culture. I had been considering teaching it at the high-school level, but I’m not sure about being a teacher anymore, especially since Covid has left so much up in the air. Masking and “social distancing” is still a thing, and when will this ever end? It also sets a disturbing precedent because what about when the next contagion comes along? This wasn’t supposed to be about Covid, but that’s what you get with SoC writing. Look at how Covid infects EVERYTHING, still, these days!

the future
a foreign language
no one knows

The Follower

I wasn’t going to post this, but what the heck; here is my response to the MVB prompt: Follower.
Note: in the poem I say “4 or 6 weeks” — that’s the amount of time between severe depressive symptoms. The milder yet no less discouraging (sometimes devastating) symptoms happen 5 or 6 days a week for me. That’s not to say every moment of those harder days is terrible; I often have sincere gratitude for several things by the time the day is over. But it’s really hard, if I’m being honest.
Anyway, on to the poem! This is free-verse.


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In My Head

This was inspired by the Saturday Six-Word Story Prompt, “paranoid,” but rather than 6 words, I wrote a poem of 6 lines with 6 words each. 🙂 I kind of want to post something better, but there’s not enough free space in my calendar today to finish all of the poems that I’ve started today! 

Well, that’s a lie: my calendar is actually very empty. The only things on it on a weekly basis are Mass on Sundays and the library on Friday mornings. Oh, and some sort of poetry writing every. single. day. 🙂 Today, so far, I have started 7 and finished only one. HOORAY!

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Putting Words in Order

One thing that is extremely frustrating for me is when I want to respond to a specific prompt, but I can’t seem to think of anything at all, let alone anything good! Sometimes, I feel stuck and can hardly write anything, with or without a prompt! I didn’t write much today that’s post-able, but here you go, a poem about this frustration: 


Words and fragments floating in this mind
In a fashion frenzied and unkind —
How difficult to with coherence write,
Before this day sleeps, and turns to night!

A Piece of Bad Poetry

Today, during the women’s group that I am a part of, we did a special guided meditation and prayer. When we were given time to journal about our experience, I wrote several very bad and very short poems because I process things best by writing them in verse. I have decided to share one with you. 🙂 XD


I write a crap-ton of bad poetry.

Because there’s a crap-ton of shit
(Look at how articulate
I am) going on. Sometimes I forget

This life is a gift and the
I AM is behind it.