For DVerse’s Quadrille Monday, our word is “Pepper.” I had planned on trying to write something but was having trouble. Then, just now, I finished writing this so decided to post it because why not. 🙂
I pepper my poetry with imagery, Trying to add metaphor and simile, Perhaps allusions to classical mythology -- But sometimes those words won't come. I write with pillars of salt More often than spice; Sometimes the plainest words suffice To say I miss the past.
Because it’s NaPoWriMo day 30 and I want to finish strong, here is a poem for today.
Crying, longing
Will have their recompense:
Revealing greater belonging,
A better day
Dawning
A little ninette I wrote, sharing for NaPoWriMo day 29 (I want to finish strong!).
Cleanse,
Detox,
Get rid of
What does not help,
What no longer serves:
Let it all go,
Bless it and
Let it
Go
“I’ve had a lot of worries in my life, most of which never happened.”
Mark Twain
For One-Liner Wednesday.
Foe NaPoWriMo day 19, I have a poem to share that, I think, is called a tetractys (it took me hours to remember that name). I look at the prompts almost every day, but for whatever reason, they usually don’t inspire me much, lately.
Hoard
Riches
Miserly:
An unwise way,
You can only keep what you give away.
Memory
Very quickly fades:
Today flows to yesterday,
Unable to list all that is missed,
Loss haunting
NaPoWriMo day 13.
There have been many prompts for NaPoWriMo, but none of them caught my fancy today. Even though it’s Thursday and not Tuesday, I have a new sijo to share.
Time moves impossibly, slowly yet quickly at the same time: The space between our meetings drags, yet when we are together It seems I blink, and your arms are no longer around me
This cherita is not for any prompts but is what I’m sharing for NaPoWriMo day 3. ❤ I almost don’t want to share this one yet really like it.
I want to write you so much poetry. The words come, but they go quickly As a river, swept away in love's ecstasy. All that remains is to create poetry Of our bodies, as my hands grasp for symbolism In your skin, and my mute lips meet yours.
Looking through the first poem of each month of 2022 for a prompt at DVerse and found this. PLEASE READ.
A collection of a few short poems having to do with the Gospel story that I wrote about in the previous post:
i.
She
Hemorrhaged
Blood, very life, for
12 years — then Jesus made her
Healed
ii.
See us
Hemorrhaging
Hope — sometimes wounds bound up,
Then too soon the scarring scabs are
Opened.
iii.
“I’m
Fine”
Builds up
Resentment,
How long must we wait?
Hope’s familiar with the long haul,
Yet this story meant to be encouraging, instead
Is mocking — after all this time
You taunt me snidely,
You watch me
Bleeding
You
Laugh.
iv.
Yes I believe
That God exists; He’s beautiful.
Yes I believe
That God works miracles, relieves
Many aches of life, makes one whole —
Some days it feels deeply painful
That I believe.
As much as I would have liked to share something brand-new with you, I didn’t write anything good today, so for Flashback Friday I have a poem from 3 years and 1 day ago. I called it “Imagine,” and it’s a bit of a stream-of-consciousness but I like it; I like bringing it into “the eternal now.”
Imagine, sweetheart Imagine Imagine The clocks walking Backwards Time halted Imagine The clocks // destroyed Imagine The eternal now
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