This was inspired by FOWC: Blur and Writing Wednesday (which I, for once, am writing on a Wednesday), “commonplace.” For the past year or more, I think many of us have felt like the days blur together. I definitely have, although my life is getting a little busier / more exciting.
For DVerse, a haibun about the present moment.
Lungs continue to inflate. Outside, white clouds are Rorschach blots in a sea of sky. The neighbors’ cypress tree is leaning as the wind breathes. Lungs hold their precious breath as birds chip. Lungs let go: Exhale.
notice past preconceptions
a breeze — a shiver
This picture was taken when 11 months ago was “now.”
Today’s official NaPoWriMo prompt is to use one of the chapter titles from the book Poemcrazy as inspiration for a poem. There are 60 or so different chapters so plenty to choose from. I chose “Being Here,” which fit well with FOWC: Focus. I might return to these chapter titles because most of them could lead to some intriguing poems! I am also sharing with the Writers’ Pantry. Happy Sunday!
Today’s poem was actually inspired by yesterday’s one-word challenge from Fandango, which was “never.” I guess this also builds off of yesterday’s post, in which I mentioned that we could learn from those strawberry flowers. Here’s something else to learn from them.
A warm afternoon at the end of March passes both languidly and much too quickly. The sky is blue, with no clouds blowing in the slight breeze. A monarch butterfly, black-and-orange wings majestic and beautiful flies — almost floats — nearly close enough to kiss the nose of an observer. The bird-feeders, filled for the first time in a long while, attract many other winged creatures, feathered things opening their hungry beaks.
And it is around now, when the cherry blossoms bloom at their peak.
Nature takes her time —
From the outside see Earth spin
Making us dizzy
This poem was inspired by this prompt about meditation. There are several different methods of meditation. The one I do most often is probably the rosary, which, more than the prayers themselves, is really a meditation on the events of the life of Jesus Christ, especially through the eyes of Mary. However, like many people I also enjoy being in nature and feel a lot of peace around flowing water. I went to a park today that has a pond and some tiny waterfalls in it and enjoyed taking in the peace of nature there. 🙂
I am alive,
As I listen to it flowing,
Photo by Samuel Silitonga on Pexels.com
Above all, I wanted to just post something today. Yesterday I didn’t post anything and hardly wrote anything, either. Until about 8 p.m., I had only written one poem, and the good news about that is, by the time I went to sleep, I had written another 3 poems in my notebook. Their quality, however, is dubious and most likely below average.This is my second poem of today. Let’s see if I have any luck in following this mysterious and winding stream.
Those days that I love the most
Are the ones when I am least aware
Of my own thoughts. No reason to boast
Or be ashamed, I am simply there.
I am playing music at piano keys,
Or writing poems by hand in ink.
Perhaps I feel not aloft on the breeze,
Neither do I in dark depths sink.
I am spending time in the presence
Of those I love, and Love itself,
My very being exists as intense
Creative force, which is my wealth.