It’s Friday. and you (might) know what that means: Flashbacks! In a good way. 🙂 This poem is from a year ago. I read it in my poetry book that my friend just returned, liked it, and then found that I had already posted it.It was a response to paint-chip poetry.
Let irises of eyes behold the sky,
With pupils learning to see majesty:
If constellations dance clearly and free,
Or cloaked in midnight mist the moon is shy,
Be present there. Patience has its reward.
Be in the joyful half, and half in grief.
Let sense and heart be open to receive
More riches than the richest could afford.
Are you a Kindly Moon?
Is that why I've been feeling
Happy, lately, despite
"The heart is a lonely hunter"
And is that not true, mournful
As a wolf's howl?)
Happy, lately, despite
Being a Traveler in the tension
Between now and not-yet?
There's nothing wrong with wanting,
Nor with the process of waiting,
But if I were a gopher I would
(If I were Lot's wife I would
Be all salty)
Longing for a past
Which can never be remembered
With the fidelity of Ivy --
Yet, Kindly Moon, you see
The harvest growing tall
And ripe, after this Seed Fall.
Thanks to DVerse Poetics for this prompt, using the various names for the October full moon as inspiration (follow the link for the full list). Also inspired by FOWC: Tension. I’m not sure whether this “Kindly Moon” pleasant and stable mood will last, but at least I could write this.
So much nothing thrown between
The lull and the rising.
The Hunter's Moon seeks through
Space for us. Give it time.
Give this room to be broken,
Surrounded by mute shadows.
This is for this wordle at The Sunday Whirl. It is a weekly prompt that I usually respond to but rarely post for. The “Hunter’s Moon” is the full moon in October, which happens to be happening tomorrow.
Possibly the first time I have ever publicly responded to MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Same Same, but Different. We are given a list of 5 words and are asked to use synonyms. Follow the link for more info. This was one of my 11 poems written yesterday.
I am God's plaything, partnering
unwillingly with Loss, as Time
flies by, wearing fleet-footed Mercury's
sandals -- yet the fire of Life
does not die quickly
But I love so much.
Don't ever hurry past the greenery,
Nor the moon, nor winged things of beauty.
The moon is new, and so the sky is dark.
The stars are shining someplace but not here.
The difference ‘twixt Now and Then is stark,
For nighttime’s Guide is gone, and there’s the fear
Of what comes next, no, even what is Now —
Rewriting of the story not allowed.
Shared with DVerse OLN because I wanted to post a poem today, short though it is.
This is going to be another ranting / rambling post. You have been warned.
I saw a post on Instagram, the other day, along the lines of “Don’t trust the thing that’s trying to kill you.” Don’t trust the eating disorder. Don’t trust , the depression. Whatever. Don’t trust the PMDD or whatever is going on with me this time. But if I can’t trust the very body I live in, then what can I trust. Jesus, of course. “Jesus” is always the answer, isn’t it, my Christian friends? It’s too bad when you don’t particularly like Him these days, but you can’t deny or ignore His existence. Go ahead and give me the “worst Christian” award; I don’t care.
Yesterday was this month’s full moon. Maybe that’s why I am being a LUNAtic! I’m a little obsessed with the names of each month’s full moon. July’s is called the Buck Moon because deer’s antlers are growing at this time (allegedly).
I started a cherita about this earlier and am finishing it now:
I am obsessed with the full moon,
Periodically feeling like a total lunatic,
Personality eclipsed, it's absolutely
Hysterical but not funny at all. It shines
Like an unwanted spotlight, and I can't
Hide; the moon can't leave the stage either.
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 😊🥳). 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.”
Brian’s prompt this week is to write a letter. Sometimes my poems act as unsent letters, and I sometimes have a person in mind when I write, although I hope my poems are more widely applicable than one person or one situation. 🙂 This poem was written on May 6, 2019. I found it in my drafts folder! I did have someone in mind when I wrote this cherita, so I’ll consider it a letter in poem form.
Today I have written one two full poems and have 6 more that are started and not finished, plus multiple other ideas that I want to write about, if there is time and if the blizzard inside my mind calms down enough for me to organize these ideas in a coherent way. Having the goal of posting something yet having no idea what to share is a bit of a quandary.Continue reading →
The word for JusJoJan day 18 is “cycle.” I wrote a haiku about the moon yesterday using that word. The word “cycle” makes me think of my emotions and how #%@&ed up I am, but I guess it could also refer to cycling, like on a bike. That reminds me of driving because people try to reassure me that I can learn to drive; they say, “It’s kind of like learning to ride a bike” because once you know, you don’t really forget. In my case, it really is like learning to ride a bike because I never learned to ride a bike either! XD
I didn’t intend to ramble so much. I was going to share a poem. Yesterday I only wrote 2 poems (which is disconcertingly low for me; I usually write 4 or 5, if not more!), but today I have written more than that and intend to keep writing if I don’t just go to sleep really early.
The poem I am going to share is one that took me 3 days to write, even though it’s only 6 lines long. Sometimes I feel like I make God look bad, but trust me: I would be even more messed-up without Him, and He has blessed me with lots of friends (and blog readers! 🙂 ) who like me! 😀
God plumbs the depths and penetrates the heart:
He made them all and cares for every one,
He made the Earth and all that it contains,
The moon to mark the months; for days, the sun.
How He can make a broken life restart,
And give new meaning to each of our pains!