Today for Quadrille Monday, the prompt word is “ash.” I wrote this as a cherita, too, since it happened to work that way.
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Don’t Look Down
A poem for FOWC: Stoic and MLMM’s Photo Challenge #385 (I am happy to have written something for this before the week was up).
Coming Unglued
For Quadrille Monday at DVerse, De prompts us with the word “stone.” This is a re-working of a poem I wrote maybe 2 weeks ago, edited in order to make it into a 44-word quadrille.
I’ve come
Unglued,
Almost
Unhinged,
Like a broken
Doorway – blocked,
I’ve come
A long way,
Yet been dragged back
Into that
Same place,
I’ve come
Unglued.
Must come
Unglued
From the weighty
Hopelessness stone.
But how to avoid
More voids?
Leave no stone unturned.
I really like this quotation!
Strange Metamorphosis
The world is ending.
Hard to accept
The world is looking
Kafkaesque, and
Its course is getting
Coarser.
Will cockroaches overrun
Once microbes are done?
The world is ending.
Except, not now.
So let’s linger
Over a cold brew,
Talk ’til it’s all gone.
Another quadrille for DVerse, plus I’m responding to FOWC and MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Double Take. Also, there’s something about those chairs and the focus of that photo that I really like.
Dilemma
A stream-of-consciousness cherita for SoCS: Puzzle and also for FOWC: Between.
A puzzle: choosing between two options.
They both have potential happiness and drawbacks,
Difficult to compare which is better or worse
They are just different. And even small differences now
Can lead to a wildly changed life, later down
The road, which hopefully goes to a happy home.
Searching
This is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS; the prompt word is “where.”
Where is the map?
The map which shows where to go,
Where to go now,
Now that the world is upside-down?
Down go the emotions,
Emotions as volatile as the world unpredictable
Has become — where is this map
Map that no one has?
Old Film
I wrote this for MLMM’s photo challenge #381, and also for yesterday’s one-word challenge, although it’s too late to link up to it at this point.
No contemporary movies
In this old, abandoned place,
Yet how many stories
Might that light retrace?
Which ghosts of the past
Still fill those rows of seats?
Sans knowing these stories,
Is the present complete?
Photo courtesy of Jonny Joo, One Big Photo.
Talking Too Much and Doing Too Little
This is a butterfly cinquain for today’s SoCS: “pin.” It’s no masterpiece and won’t garner any prizes, but I figured might as well post it, especially after having skipped yesterday.
Pin-point
The exact cause
Of one’s present troubles —
It won’t necessarily help to
Take it
Away:
Endless talking through the past is
Helpful, up to a point
But soon we need
Action.
The Mind-Stream
I am finally participating in DVerse’s prompts again! Today it is Quadrille Monday, and our word is “stream.” I also wrote this for FOWC: Lonely.
Welcome to the stream of consciousness:
No idea where we are going today,
Whether the water will be placid
Or choppy (how quickly I become lonely)
Whether we will swim blithely.
Will you join the current with me?
Hoping it’s a pleasant place to be.
Yesterday to Tomorrow
The bridge between two days is called “Today,”
The past and future merge when it is Now:
Although this moment cannot ever stay,
And in a blink will need to take a bow
Without an encore, let Hope allow
A smooth transition to the moments new.
A brand-new land waits barely out of view.
