My effort for this week’s Sijo prompt, for which we are to use REALITY as our inspiration.
Much as this writer also loves to peruse many genres,
And she could read and write for hours each day, she does wonder if
She should do more living, instead of only writing about it.
All week I’ve had a vague idea of what I wanted to write in response to FFFC #173 and WDYS #138, and this morning I wrote this cherita for it. This is based on reality. 🙂 As a kid I would go camping once a year or so, but it wasn’t my favorite vacation, especially since I hated nighttime.
She likes the great outdoors, but camping
Isn’t her thing; and, unable to swim well,
She feels a bit sick and nervous in small boats.
If she must be dragged camping, she might
Go hiking, but she prefers to find adventures
Within pages, of the novels she escapes in.
“‘Oh.’ the priest said, ‘That’s another thing altogether — God is love. I don’t say the heart doesn’t feel a taste of it, but what a taste. The smallest glass of love mixed with a pint-pot of ditchwater. We wouldn’t recognize that love. It might even look like hate. It would be enough to scare us — God’s love. It set fire to a bush in the desert, didn’t it, and smashed open graves and set the dead walking in the dark. Oh, a man like me would run a mile to get away if he left that love around!
Another quotation from The Power and the Glory by Graham Greene, which I am still reading. For One-Liner Wednesday. I have read that one of the Church Fathers (I don’t remember who) said that the fire of God’s love is the same as the fire of hell. I don’t pretend to really understand that, but this quotation reminded me of that. Hell is eternal separation from God, and although it is terrible, I have read that those in hell do prefer it to being with God in heaven.
I’m not a theologian, though.
I have been reading Graham Greene’s The Power and the Glory and came across this observation while reading it a few days ago:
Hope is an instinct that only the reasoning human mind can kill. An animal never knows despair.
Our challenge at DVerse on Thursday was to write a “Sparrowlet” poem. I’m now too late to link up, but I would be remiss if I didn’t at least try to write in a form that sounds like a little bird. 🙂 I wrote 2, single-stanza sparrowlets. Linking up with the Friday Writings.
The prompt for this week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge is fascinating: “Picturing the past.” I figured, why not take part again. These photos are the ghosts of Valentine’s Days past. 🙂
The image for Sadje’s “What do you see?” challenge is quite evocative this week.
There were times when I didn’t want to die because I hadn’t finished the book I was reading yet. However, as any reader knows, we’re never done with all the books we want to read, are we? There were other times when I wanted to stay alive because there was too much money in my bank account; I hadn’t given nearly enough of it away. There were times when I had “travel to France” or other foreign countries on my bucket list, but especially with the way international travel is now (or, heck, domestic travel!), I don’t care much about that anymore.
So, what is on my “bucket list?”
(this bucket is nice 🙂 )
NOT MUCH!
I hope to put these buckets down,
Their water heavy, shoulders weak.
Though sun outside won’t make me frown
I hope to put these buckets down,
Some shade for resting these feet seek.
Somewhere there is a better town,
I need to throw these buckets down!
Their water heavy, shoulders weak.
(P.S. That triolet was total stream-of-consciousness so if it’s bad, that’s why.)
A stream-of-consciousness poem for SoCS: “boo” and for FOWC: Costume. Also linked to Blogtober day 29: Candy. Yes, it’s a day late, but I don’t think that really matters. 🙂 Continue reading
A little poem inspired by the picture for MLMM’s Photo Challenge #387. I’ve been trying to write something not-so-short all week, but something is better than nothing. What’s best is when you can combine multiple prompts together into one post. 🙂
I was browsing Pinterest and found this fantastic quote from C.S. Lewis, shared for One-Liner Wednesday. I wonder if a poem will arise from this?
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