This poem is not written about anyone in particular, but when I thought about the SoCS: Note prompt, I thought about love notes. I don’t think I’ve ever received a romantic letter or even a note.
Silence
Means loneliness:
Love notes never written
When someone is truly smitten
With him.
So speak
How love has snuck
Up on one's waiting heart,
As it beats it's feeling complete
With him.
Winter, spring, summer, and fall:
Each year a reprisal of them all,
Winter turns to spring, and the call
Is never to forget the past.
An Ovi about seasons for Ronovan Writes’s weekly challenge and for the final day of NaPoWriMo. Also for FOWC: Reprisal.
I have 2 senryu to share today. One is a response to Linda’s SoCS: Show.
deferred not denied:
in God’s timing not in mine
heart’s greatest treasure
show me my future
so that I know I have one –
is it fabulous?
I was thinking about my ex and how I’ll never be worthy of him. I was lucky enough to be his girlfriend once; it’s not going to happen again. Then I saw that the daily prompt at My Vivid Blog was “image,” and that inspired this poem:
A worthy human
Made in the image of God
Called for a purpose
Even if he does not see
All that grace can do in me
It’s similar to another poem I wrote this month, but that’s because this theme comes up a lot for me.
I greatly need relief from pain
Inside my mind; love come like rain
To cleanse my soul, remove all stain
And to resuscitate slain dreams.
I will find love, and dreams will live,
For I still have much love to give,
Rooting out weakness like a sieve,
My strengths will shine like morning’s star.
Here’s a more positive poem than yesterday! This higher mood is brought to you by my friends and women’s group at church. This poem was inspired by Ronovan Writes’s Ovi Poetry prompt. I haven’t written an Ovi in a while.
Nervous that he will text me,
I’m grateful for great memories
Yet anxiety grates on my mind.
I find some distance to be beneficial,
Even though I’m full of love for him.
Let that not dim, but let fear cease.
Let me be finally at peace.
Another poem that just came to my mind right now, for Linda’s SoCS prompt.
I wrote this tonight in response to the prompt on the NaPoWriMo site.
I am hunted by what-ifs,
By the way life’s pathways
Converge and diverge, the urge
To go the other way but unable.
I am hunted by the fact that
I should have stayed at one college
Rather than going back home,
Roaming so far from my life’s plan.
I am hunted by all the ways
These days could have been different;
I must trust that the way they are
Now is in actuality no accident.
Antidote for shame:
Knowing I am deeply loved
Born with a purpose
Another short poem for day 15. Thanks to FOWC: Antidote. Writing this poem helped me feel better today. Much of the other poems I wrote had to do with feeling extremely guilty.
I no longer see myself at the bottom of a grave.
I see myself with a happy family, a loving husband,
Two or three kids and maybe a dog or cat.
Maybe I will have been a teacher, or maybe just
A mother, but at least I will have taught myself
That life is worth pursuing, learning the journey's lesson.
A cherita for day 13.
Joy has come
In these little kitties,
Despite how rascally they can be.
Sweet furballs
Jumping on countertops
Requires the squirt-bottle to dissuade.
Tails up high
In the air as they walk,
Wondering what mischief they'll make next.
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