Literary Worlds

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.

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Adventures

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. πŸ™‚ 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.

The Smallest Glass of Love

“‘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.

Buckets

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?”

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(this bucket is nice πŸ™‚ )

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.)