For this and that from MLMM, and for DVerse’s quadrille Monday (not late! just depressing!). I promise I’m not like this all the time in real life. “Possibility” is an optimistic word, and I could have taken it in a positive direction, but that is not what happened. Maybe I will try again later. Anyway, without further ado…. Continue reading
At DVerse, it is quadrille Monday, and our word is “happiness” or some form of it. I also used the word for FOWC: Pacify. I appreciated this prompt and wrote this poem about an hour ago, which I’m grateful for because it would be more difficult to write a cheery poem now. Yes, happiness is a project one must constantly work on, especially if “one” is me. 🙂
Find a little blast of happiness,
Gust of gladness, or even one
Whispering wind of change:
Sew a little peace-pocket,
Fly inside a reprieve-rocket
To try to pacify times strange.
For a while, find a quiet place:
Present-tense is a future I can face.
Good advice, self from an hour ago. Good advice.
It’s time for DVerse Quadrille again! These prompts are usually magnetic to ideas, especially today’s. 🙂 I wasn’t going to post this, but I don’t have a better idea. Some people have much more of an influence than they think, even more than you might think. This is also shared with the Writers’ Pantry.
Did you know,
Although it has been twelve years,
The thought of you is magnetic
We are closer in your death
Than in life we ever were.
What if it had been me?
Did you know,
The void continues to call me?
At DVerse, we are being blanketed with quadrilles today. 🙂
She is a morning person,
Yet she finds occasions often
To sleep in, wanting to snuggle:
Waking up can be a struggle,
When the blanket is warm, inviting
And her dreams seem to be writing
A better story than reality —
Sometimes she’s too sleepy.
Sometimes there is a fierce rivalry between the desire to not waste the best part of the day, and the desire to just ignore the day.
Looking out the front window, I see sun:
The season’s listing toward September,
And the sky’s no longer filled with embers
Sometimes reality crashes
Into my saccharine reveries, frowns
Find my face, but blue is not doleful
Above, in that heavenly place.
For Quadrille Monday today, we are all eavesdropping. This was a hard word to use, especially in a creative way. I hope you all like it. By the way, this is based on truth, but hopefully I don’t overhear too much!
I do not eavesdrop
So much as others’ words
Float up, and sometimes far
To my open ears —
I may be nosy, and
So it appears,
But I prefer the term
“Curious,” hope it makes no one
Furious. Who knows
How ears can close?
This poem is a quadrille for the DVerse prompt today. Our word today is “bum.”
Summer has been a bummer,
But the mind is my delight.
If my face has looked glummer,
I’ve still been able to find bright
Spots: no job but lots
Of music, reading, and poetry.
I am happy to not need
Busy-ness as a bumblebee.
For Quadrille Monday this week, Victoria asks us, “How does your garden grow?” I’m a day late with this, but here is mine. I might add pictures later.
Everything that she touches dies.
So the garden in front of these eyes
Was planted by her brother’s loving hands.
Her heart such beauty understands,
In awe of God and human skill
Under the sun, her spirits rise.
Gratitude and peace her worries still.
A life need not be epic,
It need not even be long,
To know that it has purpose,
To know that it belongs.
It may be full of brambles,
Pain amidst the little fruits:
Have faith that while it ambles,
Its dignity is absolute.
I think we make a big deal
Of those fragmentary blues
Since they speak to our souls
About the Love deep as the ocean,
About the true Heaven
For which the sky is a mere comparison:
True light glints off
Glimpses of these fragments.