in the dark water gravestones rise from surface waves under thunderheads above the ocean sunlight coming through the clouds a bridge to better
For this week’s WDYS, hosted by Sadje. Image Credit; Mohamed Almari @ Pexels
The Bridge
Water
A Challenge
I wrote this little poem for MLMM’s photo challenge #439 and for FOWC: Segment.
Photo credit: Lake Burley Griffin, Canberra ACT
Exploring to new, unknown islands, Across dark water under cloudy sky: Even the trees do not look green, As everything seems shadowy -- But keep on going, in your yellow boat, This is one segment of your journey.
Pas de Deux
Welcome back to another Sijo Tuesday. 🙂 This week’s theme is dance. Thank you to Ronovan Writes for the inspiration!
There is a yearning in the deep, on the mystery of Soul’s sea:
There is an ineffable call, and an interior movement
Another step in the lifelong dance, with the Beloved
Good Days
In honor of World Mental Health Day today and also because I felt like this yesterday. For yesterday’s MVB prompt: waterfall.
waterfall of tears coming when you don't expect: me on a good day As a reward for reading that, here's a bonus haiku. gorgeous waterfall slowed down to a trickle now -- massive heat-drenched drought
Love and Compassion
Today my mood was up and down. I actually cried at work and spent an hour in the back taking inventory and washing dishes because I couldn’t help customers. The good news is I didn’t get fired! 😀 Lots of variables go into my mood, but sometimes there really is no reason for the crying; it just happens at the worst times sometimes!
One thing that is special about today is that the Catholic Church celebrates the Blessed Mother Mary’s birthday today. I thought about baking a cake to celebrate. How many candles would be on it? About 2,036 give or take? 🙂 Today also marks my parents’ 38th wedding anniversary — that’s a long time!
For today’s poem, I have a haiku in response to Ronovan Writes’s challenge:
Out of wells of woe
Comes water of deep knowing,
Compassion growing
Seas, Islands, and Sharks
Even when I have difficulty, or when it’s been a long day, responding to prompts and posting to my blog is a hobby of mine (as you know), so here is a little poem.
Seas
Of trial —
Words are the islands
On which I find safe shelter
Here.
For FOWC: Sea and partially inspired by DVerse’s Habun Monday because I used the idea of “shelter,” but I’m not linking up because this isn’t a haibun.
Here is FFFC: #182. The picture reminded me of my ex and me because we would do jigsaw puzzles in the park together (that’s another of my hobbies — puzzles). Before we were dating, we would use that as an excuse to sit really close to each other or “accidentally” brush our hands together. It was one of those cute but ridiculous things. One puzzle had a bunch of different sharks on it, so that is what this cherita is inspired by.
I thought the pieces fit together, didn't you? A couple dozen sharks with so much ocean between them, Several times we tried to finish the picture We never did finish that thousand-piece puzzle. Now it's too late, for time flows forward. There are plenty of other "sharks" in the sea.
Helping Hand
When I saw Sadje’s WDYS picture for this week, I immediately thought of this meme (this is just the template):
It took me longer to come up with anything to write for it. By that I mean that I had nothing until this morning. My poem doubles as a late response to SoCS: Key. It is “Stream-of-Consciousness Sunday” this time. 🙂 This was supposed to be a rondeau, but after the first 2 lines I realized the rhyme scheme was wrong, and with SoC you can’t edit, so… voilà.
No way to swim alone, you see
For life ahead, help is the key.
Drowning in the ocean, he pleads
But silently, for no one hears,
A helping hand is what he needs
But he is left with only fears.
We’ll drown if we’re alone, you see
For life ahead, hope is the key.
Waddle Waddle
Since it is National Photography Day, I figured I would share these pictures from when a friend and I went to see ducks earlier today. I tried to upload a cute little video, but my WP site doesn’t allow it. No poems to share today. I’ve been writing a lot, but none of it is very good / shareable. Hoping my inspiration will rekindle soon.
Intentions and Agitation
The topic for Brian’s prompt this week is STILLNESS, and I especially wanted to write for it because it’s the last one for the foreseeable future. After 2 years (!!), Brian will be focusing on other things.
Unfortunately, it was difficult to write a “stillness” poem, especially because I thought the theme was “intention,” so I wrote for that instead (I wrote a sijo that went with last week’s sijo challenge)! 😅
My intention was to write for "stillness." It still is. teardrop on paper smudges words written in ink -- ripples in a pond Fun fact: I was trying to nap away my pain but got out of bed to post this.
Dive, Swim, or Waddle?
For the 3 Things Challenge today, the theme is still “ducks,” and the words are DIVE, SWIM, and WADDLE. My self-imposed challenge was to use all these words and not write about ducks. 🙂
This is barely a poem, but here is what I came up with:
Life is like a swimming pool And I, an alleged swimmer: Unable to dive, I am thrown into depths Probably able to keep from completely Drowning, But my swimming is equivalent to waddling.
Yeah, I’m not good at this whole “life” thing. The good news is, I’ve been peaceful recently, and writing makes me feel alive in a good way.
Fun fact: This poem does describe my actual swimming ability (or lack thereof).
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