Word Challenges

Rainy Days

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There are supposed to be “scattered showers” where I live today, which tends to make things emotionally more difficult for me, but even if it is rainy, the day won’t be a disaster. It’s a good sign that I’ve already gotten through the first half of the day. 🙂

A rainy day? No need to sob.
Need some comfort? Sounds like a job
For the fluffiest robe, blanket,
Silliest rom-com you can get,
Maybe a cup of hot chocolate,
Curl up next to your favorite pet.

(Pusheen the cat doesn’t mind rainy or cold days. 🙂 )

This silly poem is brought to you by SoCS. Side note: I wish I had a dog or a cat.

That Dramatic Irony Though

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Another repost for Fandango’s Flashback Friday, just like last week. On January 13, 2020, I posted this poem, titled “The Twenties. Linked with JusJoJan day 14.

The Twenties

This decade we return to
The roaring twenties —
Back then there were plenty
Of threats, just no one knew
About them yet.

I wonder if these twenties
Will be roaring —
When it seems more likely
That I, for one, might be
Cowering and whimpering.

“Might be” — yeah, just maybe… *RW laughs until she cries*

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Lullabies

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Brian’s prompt this week is to use the poetic device “Anaphora,” which is when lines begin with the same words. My poem was inspired by that, plus a “Weekend Writing Prompt” to include the word Goodnight in a piece of exactly 45 words. It’s too late to link up that one (especially because it was from 2 weekends ago!), but without further ado, here is my post for today! Linked with JusJoJan.

Goodnight, no more lullabies.
Goodnight, no more stories before bedtime.
Goodnight, I still hope for sweet dreams,
“Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite”
And try to get 8 hours of sleep.
Hoping to Dreamland peacefully to go,
Goodnight — also hoping for a happy tomorrow.

Would You?

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A cherita inspired by MVB: Girl. I’m actually not this depressed right now, so I’m not sure where this is coming from. The picture of the cute little fawn is because looking for an illustration for this post was pretty dark, but the fawn showed up for some reason. Voilà, incongruity!

If you knew the entirety of a life,

As this infant grew into a girl,
Then an adolescent, then a woman

And you knew everything that would happen,
Including how and when she would end,
I wonder if you’d celebrate her birthday?

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In the back of my mind…

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In the beginning of our stream-of-consciousness Saturday post, we must have the words “In the…” What comes after that? I’m not sure. It’s past dinnertime, and I still haven’t written any poems at all today. Well, 2 lines of an acrostic, and 1.5 lines of another poem (not sure what form it will be).

In the back of my mind,
There is probably something
I still have left to say —
Something which one day
Was buried, yet buried alive.
Maybe that’s why
Anxiety won’t quite leave me,
Why it lives in my body —
It has more to say.

I was hoping to not write about anxiety / problems, but that’s what came out. At least I have actually written a whole poem today, finally.

So?

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Flashback Friday.

I wasn’t going to post anything today, but Linda’s challenge tells us to “Just Jot It,” JusJoJan 7, so here is something. I wrote this exactly 3 years ago:

Memento —
Memento mori
Moribund flowers wilt into winter,
Winter sun sleeps early,
Earlier than you think will the grim reaper come,
Come to claim your life, so —

So how are you going to live?

On Epiphany

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Today is the traditional Feast of the Epiphany, when the Wise Men arrived to see and worship the baby Jesus. I wrote this Chaucerian stanza on Sunday, when the Epiphany was observed at Mass. The Magi certainly had a sense of anticipation as the journeyed such a long distance to find Jesus, and they were privileged to witness the unfathomable mystery of God becoming a human baby. 

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Astronomers who’d journeyed from afar
Rejoiced to lay their treasures at His feet,
Trusting there was a Light beyond their star:
True King and God, whom death could not defeat.
In Mary’s arms the Savior they did greet,
Their Lord, their great reward at journey’s end.
Now to all people Christ’s life still extends.

Linked with DVerse OLN.

The Edges of Janus’s Face

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(a depiction of the Roman god Janus, for which
this month is named)

I wasn’t going to post this, but it does work for the Rimas Dissolutas prompt at DVerse, which I was / am really excited about, and it’s not that bad. 🙂 I am planning on trying to write one in French because this is a French poetry form.

Bitter tears greeted the new year,
Shortly before she went to sleep
Grudgingly, angry at Heaven
Which remained far out of her reach.

The next several days seemed to veer
In a hopeful direction: Keep
Trusting God, see what He’s given,
Open to what He wants to teach! Continue reading →