Just some anxiety tonight… written for FOWC: Tsunami because I thought it would be better to post than not.
A tsunami of feelings Is trapped inside of me, Too big for this body. It pushes against The inside of my skin -- Pressure from the water within. There is too much truth Getting ready to show itself, Even if no one wants to know.
Observe many colors, white and multiple blues —
What is it a picture of? Perhaps you can choose.
Is it sky with clouds or is it sea with foam?
Take these thoughts into your heart and make a home.
A short poem for Greg’s challenge, Four Line Fiction, which is new to me, and for FOWC: Observe.
What if, what if? The words echo, just as reverberations of choices make their voices heard in next steps, in decisions subsequent. There are so many possibilities that it is impossible to know in the moment which one will lead to happiness and which to regret.
How many permutations exist in space, in time? I sit thousands of feet above the sea of Maybe, atop the mountain of Longing, slowly standing.
There are no fences along the edges, so I approach the precipice and jump.
For DVerse Prosery. Our given line is: “In space in time I sit thousands of feet above the sea” from May Sarton’s poem “Meditation in Sunlight.”
I thirst —
Love is water
Quenching hatred; the one
Who drinks will never be thirsty
Again
Today’s Gospel passage was the woman at the well (see John 4), but I wasn’t even thinking about that when I wrote this little cinquain this morning.
I have been relatively MIA this week, still writing but nothing post-worthy, and I have not even looked at any prompts until today. I still don’t feel especially inspired, but because I have been posting so irregularly, I wanted to write something or other. I found MLMM’s Puzzzle This and Sammiscribbles’s weekend writing prompt.
A breathtaking waterfall —
Wish that its beauty
And refreshment
Could be closer to me
Today is the feast of Our Lady of Lourdes and is also considered World Day of the Sick because the waters at Lourdes are thought to have healing properties. In 1858, the Virgin Mary appeared there to a girl named St. Bernadette, and she desired that a chapel be built there. Due to the apparitions, the spring at Lourdes appeared, and countless people claim that, by visiting Lourdes, they have been healed of their ailments. If you want to know more, click here. 🙂 Anyway, I wrote a sijo to honor this day and Our Lady.
Once thought to be a poor place, now a source of miracles,
Led to the healing waters, where many have been restored,
Lasting remembrance belongs to Lourdes, Heaven’s Lady, and her Lord.
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
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.
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
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
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