Holding a Grudge

For DVerse Poetics: “Halloweeny Humans,” we are challenged to write about an irritating human attribute (including one found in one’s own self) and make it have a Halloween theme. I wrote an acrostic about holding a grudge. Today at my women’s group, we talked about Divine Mercy and being merciful and forgiving to others, so that was already in my mind. The picture was found on the DVerse Poetics prompt page, and I just thought it was amusing.


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A Realization

When I refused to eat at my family’s table,
I was refusing the only way my father knew
To show love, feeding him a “Screw you.”

Anger ate me up inside, there was no room
For life, and happiness was crowded out.

Thank God I learned it was okay to take up space.


Not sure about sharing this one, but it’s what I’ve got today. Linked to FOWC: Table.

This Was Supposed to be a Poem…

Today is the feast day of Our Lady of Sorrows, and I do like this day, as it commemorates Mary’s com-passion as she stood by the cross of her son, Jesus. I wrote a couple of poems in honor of the day and worked on a Chaucerian stanza, which I hope to finish soon. It was going to use the word for FOWC today, since I try to be steadfast in responding to prompts and posting poems (see, I used the word anyway). However, today I felt kind of “off” and sad, and then depressed, and thinking too much about this day triggered the depression really bad. I apologize to anyone I took out my pain on today. The person I become when I am both angry and depressed is a shitty person! So anyway, I’ve got no poem for you today. Except for this, coming to my head right now:

Sorrows
Hit my
Insides and it
Takes a toll

Voilà!

Catharsis

For FOWC: Cathartic, I have an acrostic poem. Sometimes, what is really cathartic for me is to type a free-verse, ridiculously-honest, stream-of-consciousness poem into a draft but then not to post it. When that happens, I’m often tempted to post it anyway, but in the end I decide not to let my freak-flag fly that much. 🙂 Another thing that I find cathartic is to throw ice cubes outside, into the concrete, while yelling about whatever is bothering me. It’s actually rather fun, although I usually do it when I’m alone so that I don’t get any weird looks from my family. 


Cry
And rage,
Taking aim,
Helping
Acrid
Rancid emotions
Taper
Into a
Calmer stage.

We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming….

Some governors will have blood on their hands. If they think staying home is safer, they don’t realize that supposed refuges can run red with the blood of the despairing. Unsympathetic people call those who bring this fact to light “covidiots,” but I think that what’s more “covidiotic” is having a monolithic fixation on one issue. Depression and other issues make people really tired of Blursday following Blursday, wishing that “anthropause” would take it’s claws out of all the broken hearts.

Your regularly scheduled poem has been interrupted by this thing, because my brain has short-circuited.

Also, I know that the word “red” is supposed to be for a Christmas writing challenge, and this is the opposite of Christmassy.  This was also inspired by a prompt at Poets and Storytellers United.

mistletoe is green,
Santa’s hat is red,
there are other things than Covid
which can make us dead

There’s your poem. 🙂

Sick of Abiding This

I wrote this quadrille for DVerse this morning, inspired by the threat of a new stay-at-home order from California’s governor. Hopefully, it won’t happen, but governors like this one love their power, so… we’ll see. I am also sharing this, two days late, with the Writers’ Pantry.


You might think I’m a prancing pony,
Yet there are war-horses, chariots inside.
I have generally a docile spirit,
Yet can be a general, military guide.
There are overreaches I cannot abide:
No one gets out of Earth alive,
So I’ll go down fighting.

(Dis)obedience

For this week’s paint-chip poetry, Linda wants us to choose only 2 or 3 paint chips and to write a tanka. The theme is “obedience.” I actually obeyed that, at least mostly. 🙂 I tried to make it funny, or at least punny.



Disobedience:
I will not make lemonade
From lemons — I’ll make
Coffee, eggs sunny-side up:
Since I’m going to break, fast!