Uh-Oh

This is for FOWC: Glide and unfortunately this is rooted in reality. Also, I wanted to post for Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge this week, but it turns out that neither hawk nor sparrow are summer kigo.


watch the sparrow glide
into my kitchen window,
pursued by the hawk

photo of bird on metal railing
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When All Else Fails…

This was meant to be just for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club this month, but then I realized — shockingly — that I could also write a poem inspired by the picture. Linking to the Weekly Scribblings, where we explore “when all else fails.”

Coloring 6_17When I feel like I’m drowning,
When my lungs pound to be let out
Of their cage, I find a place
Where I can breathe underwater.

When all else appears to fail,
Find where cats with mermaid tails
Play and swim, and simply dream:
For a moment flow with the silly whim.

 

What’s Next?

This is a Décima for this week’s challenge. It was also partially inspired by today’s Writers’ Pantry, to which I am linking. Also linked to FOWC: Ordinary.


There is some good worth fighting for,
Even if we don’t know what’s next
Watching video, reading text
Cause fears to multiply and pour.

Yet I know, in my deepest core,
Beauty in ordinary hours
Might be tiny, yet overpow’rs
Somehow, despite the hard struggle.
It’s the moments that make life full,
This is quite a time: It is ours.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

Nailed It

For SoCS, our word is “nail.” Sometimes my brain can be ridiculous, but that’s stream-of-consciousness, so without further ado….

All I can think about are nail salons, even though I hate manicures. Looking at my cuticles, you can tell I hate manicures. What I hate more than manicures is how many places remain closed. I would appreciate the freedom to deny a manicure myself.

painted fingernails
remind me of M&Ms
that you cannot eat

 

Rivers

This was inspired by FOWC: Twist.


Through verdant green fields
Twist the vibrant blue waters,
Which flow over stones as well
As around any obstacle: a beautiful

~ meandering river ~

Time flows through arid deserts
With no rest, and the stones hurt,
Sometimes the obstacles stop it.
But moments of oasis: beautiful

sunray through trees
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Some say the world will end in fire…

I decided to share this décima for Ronovan’s challenge, despite not being 100% happy with it. It’s pretty bleak, but that’s what kind of head-space I’ve been in: like, “If God is going to destroy the world now, can He get it over with?” Also sharing with this week’s MLMM photo challenge because the photo and poem are related. Apologies to Robert Frost for the title.

God said He’d never Earth entire
Destroy with rain, and that is why
The rainbow arcs across the sky –
But He said nothing about fire.

When will the Earth become a pyre,
Is there a method to avoid?
Repent, that we be not destroyed.
Of course we pray our rosary,
Yet despair haunts me doggedly:
What hell is this, Fauci to Floyd?

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

The Hideaway

A cherita in response to Fandango’s flash fiction challenge #69. The photo is below.
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This hideaway is hidden amidst the greenery:

Embraced by nature, nestled in the hillside,
A wonderful place for a quiet escape.

A person could hide there and no one would
Find him — if it weren’t for the sky-blue door,
Making attempts at camouflage irrelevant.

 

Sunday Sevenling

For FOWC: Thanks and yesterday’s Saturday Mix about opposing forces, and also shared with  this week’s Writers’ Pantry. This poetry form is called a sevenling .


Thank you for the absence
Of oppressive heat, of sickness
In my vicinity, of being busy.

Thank you too for the presence
Of friendship over long distance,
Of voices, and to balance them — silence.

Gift of timing comes with everything.

adult birthday birthday gift box
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Music Against the Miasma

For First-Line Friday today, our first line is “Do you hear the people sing?” I appreciate the allusion to the Les Misérables musical.


Do you hear the people sing,
Underneath the dreary
Miasma of these circumstances?
Do you hear us fighting
The fog of fear and depression?
Voices must rise, with music
To battle this oppression:
These are our voices, lucky
Enough to be breathing.

alone buildings city cityscape
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