For FOWC: Inadequate, a butterfly cinquain:
Leaving
Piles of unread
Books, already dusty —
Inadequate time, even if
I live
Long life —
The curse of the bookworm: leaving
Many tomes unopened
Having not met
Purpose
Books
Collections
Today’s stream-of-consciousness Saturday prompt is “collect.”
Obviously, I thought of the verb “to collect” something, which led to the things that I used to collect, most notably stickers. I remember very proudly counting all of my stickers, one by one, and finding that I had over a thousand! I also used to collect stuffed animals (I still have a collection, but now my collection is down to a couple dozen and not a couple hundred!). I guess you could say that I collect books now, because I have many, many books on my bookshelf, which I may never read again, and despite the sheer number of books that I have yet to read, I still get tempted to buy more. So, I collect books, and they tend to collect dust. I think what I collect most is WORDS — my own and other people’s. Between all of my journals and notebooks, plus every book, I have probably collected millions of words. 😀
Also, every day we’re alive, we collect more memories, even as some memories are lost to the flow of time… I will stop my stream-of-consciousness before I get pulled into the whitewater rapids of melancholy.
collections:
varied memories
stickers, books
fluffy things
some of which has gone away
much collecting dust
What To Do When Feeling Lonely
This is a list poem for Poets and Storytellers United’s Weekly Scribblings. It’s a fun idea; I wrote 3 of these and decided to share this one. There are other, vague ideas moving around in my head, as well. The challenge is to make it poem-like, so that it’s a “list poem” and not just a list. I hope I succeeded!
Being Here
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!
Pages, an Expanse
I wrote this poem today for FOWC: Myriad and Fandango’s flash-fiction challenge #111.
from Celine Ylmz at Unsplash
Loud Voices
This is for two prompts from MLMM: the Sunday Writing Prompt and Tale Weaver: Bookworm.
“Bookworms unite!” The loud cry
Came from a crowd congregated outside
The library, hoping for it to be reopened,
Making their voices heard, missing the
Multitudes of written words.
opening pages
newness held in waiting hands —
now there is quiet
Silent Stories
This is my attempt at a Waltmarie poem for the Weekly Scribblings at PSU, and it was inspired by FFFC #107, which used the image below:
Go Where?
Once again, it is Quadrille Monday , and we are Going… Going… Gone Poeming. This is also for FOWC: Particular.
Such a warm and sunny day,
Yet stuck at home
With nowhere in particular to go,
What to do with this time, but bide?
Where is life’s map
I was supposed to follow?
I dropped it long ago,
Now we’ve all walked farther away.
Also, I have really fallen off the wagon for Paula’s February Love Me challenge, but here is what I am loving today: the sun, especially getting to, finally, read outside again in my back yard. It had been a while.Â
Ghazal: Folly
After posting the paint-chip ghazal earlier today, I remembered this one, written about a month ago, on January 16, 2021.
Forgive my folly, veritable wells of it!
Let it be written down, say not farewell to it!
Before its end, all pens would use their ink;
Were I given all time, I could not tell of it.
See how the heart makes passion come in waves —
Behold the ocean deep, the ebb and swell of it!
Even if you are not my Beatrice,
Could you not be my Virgil for the hell of it?
Now all that’s left are roses pressed in books:
One such sweet scent — this writer brings to life the smell of it.
Stream-of-Consciousness Corner
A haibun for JusJoJan day 2, which is SoCS today. 🙂 The theme is “in the corner.” I’m not sure why I wrote this, as it surprised me a little bit, but that’s the fun of stream-of-consciousness writing: you must follow the stream!
