From the Unedited Idea-Container…

This is for SoCS, and the word today is container. I wrote a cherita pretty much as quickly as possible. šŸ˜…Ā 


I think about the containers we keep food in:

 

Glass or plastic bowls, tin or aluminum cans —

I think about the container for baby Jesus

 

A manger, a feeding trough, for Him

From the beginning the Bread of Life,

So that we can contain the divine.

This is Our Lady of Guadalupe, because the Blessed Virgin Mary was the “container” for Jesus before He was born. šŸ™‚

Burning

For this week’s Weekly Scribblings, we are to write inspired by the phrase “A phoenix must first burn.” I wasn’t in the mood to write anything triumphant, so this cherita is where my brain took me this evening.


I don’t want to hear about the phoenix anymore.

No more rising from the ashes anymore,
Who made me a mythical firebird?

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust you shall return —
I don’t mind whether there’s a rising,
At this point solely stop the burning.

Rediscovery

Rosemary is hosting this Sunday’s Writers’ Pantry.
It’s an unprompted link-up, but she did talk about Shel Silverstein and shared one of his poems. That inspired this cherita, since I was a fan of his children’s poetry when I was in elementary school. I had forgotten about that until Rosemary helped me remember. šŸ™‚


As a child in the library, I read his books of poetry:

Those whimsical, silly rhymes planted poet-seeds,
Also containing lessons waiting to germinate.

Today, encountering these words, they speak to me
Of truths I have only just begun learning,
Of letting the words start blooming.

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Image Credit: https://art-sheep.com/20-of-our-favorite-shel-silverstein-poems/

A Positive Addition

This cherita is for FDDA day 30, about our best job, and FOWC: Covered. I am also linking with today’s Writers’ Pantry.


I am covered with love, even in the memories

Of my old job, children running to hug me
Even if they hated practicing math.

Before COVID divided people from each other,
It subtracted my job, but I hope that “my kids”
Will remember me positively, even if time multiplies.

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An old photo yet still good for this post

Rowing

Inspired by MLMM’s photo challenge #328, I wrote this cherita,


Rowing the boat across something so pure and pristine —

Are you rowing on freshly-fallen snow?
A blanket underneath a remarkably blank, white sky?

And the other man with you — is he Charon?
Is this Styx? Are you rowing into a void,
Which none of us knows and none can avoid?

Photo by Jayant Kulkarni on Pexels.com

What Is Inevitable

A cherita inspired by FOWC: Inevitable and shared with today’s Writers’ Pantry. Happy Sunday to all.


Take the looming inevitability of death and taxes —

Give back to the community to live longer,
More happily and in memory; better to live forever

With the Holy Trinity in ineffable Heaven —
Caesar can keep his money. It tarnishes eventually.
Give to Caesar what is his, to God what is God’s.

Rebel: A Cherita

Today at DVerse Poetics, we are sharing poems that include taboo subjects. I wrote this cherita this morning before reading the prompt, but I think it is fitting, even though I intended this to be humorous, not serious, Nevertheless, it is a true story! Gasp!


I would sneak off to go to Mass.

One time, I jaywalked, while getting
High on sugar, from a Slurpee.

I take my coffee black,
And I have been known
To drink it from a teacup.

Beyond

This was inspired by this week’sĀ flash-fiction challenge as well as FOWC:Ā Top. Follow the first link to see the picture.Ā 


The day the foreign spaceship came

 

I was caught up, abducted —

But looking through the UFO’s windows

 

I saw the tops of buildings, tiny.

There was so much beyond my knowledge,

So much above the limits I had seen.

Atlas

For Fandango’s flash fiction challenge #24, which uses this photo for inspiration: 061d30a5-5861-4fd9-b97f-0168eea77a31


An atlas is open, made of paper —

 

A man points with index fingers

Attached to weathered hands: “Here.”

 

I post this from a smartphone —

Atlas carries the changing Earth

Does that place exist anymore?