For the weekend prompt here, we are writing about water. The original post included the research of Masaru Emoto, who observed the effects of positivity and negativity on water molecules. I was inspired by that.
Such pretty crystals
The word “Love” —
And the molecules
“You disgust me,”
Even look unhappy.
Water is necessary
For all of life,
And each living creature
To know love.
For Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge this week, we are commemorating this month’s full moon, which is traditionally known as the Sturgeon Moon.
A fish in the sky,
Imagination is swimming —
Have sweet dreams tonight
There is water which corresponds to your thirst.
There exists some food to satisfy your hunger.
There is some happiness to fill that glass
But it’s not found here.
There is a voice speaking to your subconscious,
Leading you to this place of fulfillment.
We are using our poetic voices for the DVerse quadrille this week.
can I say with faith
“Let the waves come?”
I’d hope Yes,
Beat? how deep
the seas’ waters?
How deep mutual love?
I am sharing this for Forgiving Fridays, since sometimes I get upset with myself for not having a “strong enough” faith. I need to let it be what it is and not try to pretend like the life of faith isn’t difficult. Sometimes it is difficult to know that God is in control, even though I have seen God do amazing things before. Nevertheless, I think, “This time God has pushed me past my limits.” How this relates to forgiveness is that it is important to forgive myself for those times when I feel weak in faith and weak in general.
For DVerse poetics, we are writing about the temperature. Visit the link to read more poetry!
Broken // Sweat like needed rain,
Long hair is frizzy.
An icy-cold swimming pool
Gives necessary relief.
This was written in response to this prompt from Real Toads’ and was inspired by an old photo of me.
The little girl sits tranquil
At five years old, looking out
At a placid lake, looking vast
As the sea, surely, to her young
A beautiful snapshot of a beautiful
Spot, that photo was taken
Twenty-one years ago, a mere echo —
Does her mother wonder how time
Traipsed by; does she tell her daughter
In her mind
“I like for you to be still?”
For Frank J. Tassone’s haikai prompt of the week, which is smoldering heat (moyuru). I wrote a few haiku that fit the category.
Smoldering summer —
Pregnant clouds give birth to rain
Eggs on sidewalks fry —
Humans retreat to their caves
A.C. brings relief
Gives way to a huge heat wave: