For DVerse Poetics, Sarah is challenging us to use “Three Little Words,” inspired by the site what3words.com. She gave us a list of 3-word combos, but I went to the web site and explored. I found the combination wounds.relay.caring, This is the poem that happened after that. It is also a décima for Ronovan’s prompt, Swing. And it got depressing again.
Up and down, strong emotions swing,
Each day a leg in a relay
Race that lasts too long, life delayed.
How many people are caring?
I understand, but the sharp sting
Of loss has not diminished: What
Is the cost of all of the cuts,
Wounds that must be made? Is it worth
The gain? Or is there a worse dearth?
It seems the door to dreams is shut.
This poem is for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry (at the last minute again) and is linked to DVerse OLN. Also, I decided at last to write a décima out of this, so I am linking it here. I’m not 100% happy with this, but I just want to get this posted before tomorrow. 🙂 Update: I don’t know what WordPress’s problem is, but it is forcing me to use the unwieldy block editor tonight, so I am having A LOT of difficulty. If the formatting is messed up, that is why.
More often than every blue moon. But every day requires courage: Pain like hot lava can ravage, Or if not now, it might be soon.
A sense of humor is a boon, An optimistic way to look, Lovely as a babbling brook, Whose flowing water makes storms still. No matter what comes, true self will Cause peace to shine, strengthen outlook.
This is a décima for this week, as well as for FOWC: Ensconced. The word look has to be in the C rhyme spot. I really like the form but am finding these difficult lately, hence the fact that I am posting this on the last day.
What is to come will not be known
Although plenty of people try.
Sometimes predictions make you cry,
As pain inside has only grown.
Has Hope’s dear presence never shone?
If you’ve forgotten, take a look
again, inside, and in some nook
Ensconced, you’ll find a truth that lives
Despite dystopian missives:
Love survives, whatever life took.
This is for Ronovan’s décima challenge, a bit too late, but I figured this week, better late than never. 🙂 We are supposed to use the word FALL in the B rhyme spot. By the way, this is almost totally unedited because I really wanted to get it done tonight, so your comments are appreciated.
Life’s not like fairy tales we pen,
Only one it is like at all:
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
And could not be put right again.
Pessimism’s tempting, often.
Nevertheless, I hope to write
A story a little more bright,
Even in some uncertain days —
Reality all hope betrays,
But other ends are in dream-sight.
For Ronovan’s décima challenge this week, we are remembering smiles 🙂 By the way, I’m feeling pretty happy today.
Pushed out of usual surroundings,
It takes some time to recognize
What good remains under one’s eyes,
What beautiful music still rings.
The dull ache of loss, grief, still stings:
Perhaps it is taking a while,
To find several reasons to smile.
It’s better not to overthink.
Right now, is there some joy to drink?
Even a sip, sight, not denial.
Off this planet I wish to go,
On a fast rocket want to ride:
Country’s two sides cannot abide,
More rancor it is hard to show.
So many politicians blow
Hot air; can it be used to fuel
My rocket ship? Such fighting cruel,
And very little’s looking good.
So much distrust, I think most would
Think my rocket-ship ride sounds cool.
This décima is for Ronovan’s challenge: prize, and is also partly inspired by Fandango’s dog days of August day #7: “something you found.” It’s hard to tell a whole story in just 10 short lines, but I wrote this about perseverance through disappointment and continuing to believe in oneself.
Gymnast’s next tournament approached,
Quickly she was on a mission:
Outperform all competition,
So she trained hard, expertly coached.
That day, her nerves on skills encroached:
Sadly she tumbled to the ground;
But got back up — might not astound,
But greater than the golden prize
Was the light shining in her eyes,
For no fall shook confidence found.
I was the new girl in the town;
He approached when I wore a frown
And sat alone, his friendly face
Pushed loneliness out of that place.
Through years and every up and down,
Time allowed our friendship to grow.
I found him quite simpatico,
But something happened I still grieve:
Without a warning he did leave,
Where he is now I do not know.