Word Challenges

No Longer a Good Actress

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I used to be able to pretend a lot better than I do now. In some ways life is better, but in other ways it is worse. At the same time, I might like myself better now than, say, in high school. A Chaucerian stanza for FOWC: Lips.

To smile with ones lips and not one’s eyes —
Underneath this mask, who can for long hide?
No longer a good actress, I reprise
This role without success, cannot abide
Nor anymore pretend, not satisfied.
Emotional, my brain tends to break down,
But I’ve no painted smile like a clown.

Hungry Birds

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My family’s garden has been a frequent source of inspiration lately (and honestly almost every time I go out there), and it fit perfectly with PSU’s Weekly Scribblings prompt, “Bird is the Word.” I am also linking with DVerse OLN.

goldfinch and friends cheep
perch and search among the plants:
empty bird-feeder

 

Poor birds. 😦 I still saw plenty of them, though.

Differences

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Today’s SoCS prompt from Linda G. Hill is “difference.” Because I really like math, one of the first things I thought of is that “difference” is the answer to a subtraction problem. 🙂  Then I wrote this, which I think counts as a cherita.

The answer to a subtraction problem —

How much has changed, to make life
Foreign and strange, yet better in some ways?

What has been taken away?
Do not forget how much is left:
What has made a positive difference?

Impatience

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For this prompt about the passing of time and for FOWC: Prodigious.

Time’s prodigious pace
Slows. Significantly.
When you wish it would speed.

Time runs wildly
During those moments
Which make you the most happy:

Time flies by;
Soon you must leave
The dear one by your side.

Wait as the world
Spins several more times,
‘Til you see each other again.

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Humility

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For FOWC: Coach, I wrote a Chaucerian stanza today. It is important, yet sometimes difficult, to be teachable.

Humility is key to being great,
For in accepting one does not know all,
One can be taught: a coach can help create
A greater confidence where fools would fall.
To know when to oneself a novice call
Will help skills in reality to build,
No sense of hubris but with newness filled.

Holy Saturday: a Puente Poem

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On this Holy Saturday, we read an excerpt from an ancient homily as a part of the Liturgy of the Hours. It inspired me because it is a fantastic example of antithesis. Click here to read it. The homily, plus some Bible verses, inspired this poem, which is called a Puente poem because the middle line acts as a “bridge” between the two stanzas.

Just as in Adam all die,
So in Christ shall all be made alive:
Adam’s side had brought forth Eve,
Christ’s side made blood and water stream

~ My side has healed the pain in yours ~

Human hearts experience much hurt,
But the Lord the last word does assert:
Angels which had blocked the garden
Guide souls to heaven, gracious pardon.

This Is Not Only About Trees

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This poem was inspired by the Weekly Scribblings about trees and also FOWC: Air. I am not sure if this poem is finished (does anyone else get that feeling that, sometimes, the poem might have more to say?), but this is what I have currently.

How beautiful is every tree,
There is delight in different leaves
Of varying forms and sizes, even one
With a tall and leaning trunk —

The air is fresh and clean, clearing
Old thoughts, and memories healing.

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Sustaining the Weary

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For FOWC: Note. The first line was inspired by the beginning of a reading from Mass today. Isaiah 50:4

Sustain the weary with a word:
Allow their pain to now be heard,
To usher in a note of peace,
Like the song of a little bird.

Sustain the sad with present care:
Fear not a silent space to share.
For in the quiet, hearts can fill
With depth of friendship that is rare.