This Chaucerian stanza is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS, and the words today are old/new. Although it’s not a free-verse poem, it was pretty quick and I didn’t edit, so I am sharing it.
The old has passed away, the new has come: This I believe with all my beating heart, And I want to give it a warm welcome. Every single day is a fresh new start; Change does not come at once, but part by part. Do not lose heart: we are works in progress, Magnificent, and will find happiness.
For the current Weekly Scribblings, Magaly has asked us to write about anything October. I was partially inspired by the moon (shocking, right? 😉 ), so this haibun is also linked to Frank’s challenge. I love it when multiple prompts synchronize! (Thank you to Fandango for that one.)
If Halloween is on a dark and stormy night, remember: the Hunter’s moon is shining, reflecting sun’s light, even if nobody sees it.
Likewise, if current life does not seem fruitful, know: the Harvest moon will share its bounty, even this very night.
Luna’s face imbibes
faraway sunlight, carries
kindness to the stars
This is for Ronovan’s décima challenge, a bit too late, but I figured this week, better late than never. 🙂 We are supposed to use the word FALL in the B rhyme spot. By the way, this is almost totally unedited because I really wanted to get it done tonight, so your comments are appreciated.
Life’s not like fairy tales we pen,
Only one it is like at all:
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
And could not be put right again.
Pessimism’s tempting, often.
Nevertheless, I hope to write
A story a little more bright,
Even in some uncertain days —
Reality all hope betrays,
But other ends are in dream-sight.
For DVerse Poetics today, I have written 2 nonets based on the prompt, “9 Across for a Count Down.” The first line of both nonets is taken from “To the Light of September” by W.S. Merwin.
It seems as though you are still summer,
Though the smoky sky shrouds much sun,
But the flames are retreating —
Soon may our worries sleep —
May seasons cradle
Change : burning
Broken shadows across the cracked ground
Point out the path to October:
Mid-September’s hellish flames
Trick or treat?
I am sharing this poem with today’s Writers’ Pantry. It’s a shadorma that I wrote this morning. I intended to post something else but honestly think this is the best poem I’ve written recently that hasn’t already been posted.
cast in mist,
the future’s blurry
past is missed,
must be content with distance,
masks and Lysol spray
I just got switched to the block editor today, and it definitely feels odd. https://fivedotoh.com/2020/09/03/fowc-with-fandango-odd/ That’s the link for FOWC: Odd, since I can’t figure out how to do a better hyperlink (the kind that was so easy in the classic editor). I should probably consider myself lucky, since it seems like, for whatever reason, my blog was among the last to be switched over.
I had very little inspiration for poems today, several ideas but little more than phrases. This is extremely odd for me because, usually, even if I don’t post, I write 4 or 5 poems a day.
I suppose I’ll try to write a poem about this awkward new editor….Sharing also with DVerse Open Link
These blocks do not impress, Why the heck, WordPress? I hope I’ll learn to use This goofy thing, or choose Somehow to go back To “Classic” editor, whack This into internet oblivion. To disgruntled voices listen: If it ain’t broke don’t fix it, Why won’t the coders nix it?
For Ronovan’s décima challenge this week, we are remembering smiles 🙂 By the way, I’m feeling pretty happy today.
Pushed out of usual surroundings,
It takes some time to recognize
What good remains under one’s eyes,
What beautiful music still rings.
The dull ache of loss, grief, still stings:
Perhaps it is taking a while,
To find several reasons to smile.
It’s better not to overthink.
Right now, is there some joy to drink?
Even a sip, sight, not denial.