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.
Your boat is not the only one;
To suffering do not be blind
See with the heart, choose to be kind,
Share of your access to the sun.
One day’s work doesn’t mean it’s done:
People’s circumstances crumble.
But if your world starts to rumble
Those you’ve helped can help you also,
With value of friendships that grow,
Detached from money, and humble.
A metaphysical earthquake:
The world is not what it had been,
Taken for granted so often.
The way of life we’d known did shake
Quickly, with sanity at stake.
Truthfulness of media’s view
We can’t assume — what do we do?
Looking into each other’s eyes,
Kindness can come a great surprise,
Can hope something, at least, is true.
I decided to share this décima for Ronovan’s challenge, despite not being 100% happy with it. It’s pretty bleak, but that’s what kind of head-space I’ve been in: like, “If God is going to destroy the world now, can He get it over with?” Also sharing with this week’s MLMM photo challenge because the photo and poem are related. Apologies to Robert Frost for the title.
God said He’d never Earth entire
Destroy with rain, and that is why
The rainbow arcs across the sky –
But He said nothing about fire.
When will the Earth become a pyre,
Is there a method to avoid?
Repent, that we be not destroyed.
Of course we pray our rosary,
Yet despair haunts me doggedly:
What hell is this, Fauci to Floyd?
I combined two prompts for this poem, Linda’s paint-chip poetry for the week and also Ronovan’s Décima challenge using “dream.” I hope this is good because I wrote 4 or 5 décimas in the past few days but didn’t feel confident sharing any of them.
Saxophone solo, smooth as dreams,
Piano keys accompany —
Both ebony and ivory —
Talent rare as saffron, it seems.
Courage in a lion heart gleams:
New life imbued into spirit,
Rocking the boat but fine with it,
The boat was sinking anyway.
A living spring will gush today:
Music shall play, songs not tacet.