A lifesaver:
And your hands' welcome warmth
A haven which makes this life worth

I just wanted to share this little cinquain today. Tomorrow begins National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), so my goal is to post a new poem every day in April! See you all tomorrow. 🙂

I Thirst

I thirst —
Love is water
Quenching hatred; the one
Who drinks will never be thirsty

Today’s Gospel passage was the woman at the well (see John 4), but I wasn’t even thinking about that when I wrote this little cinquain this morning.

timelapse photography off water fountain
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Brain Exercises

Today’s word for JusJoJan is “exercise.” I don’t so that much exercise but do really like walks and hikes, and I need to stretch out every day, or I get very tense very quickly. Having had an eating disorder, I need to always be careful that I’m not overdoing the exercise and aware of where the desire to exercise is coming from.

Many of my poems seem more like word games or brain exercises to me, rather than works of word-art. For example, today’s Gospel reading was the Beatitudes (Matthew 5:1-12), and I wrote about the Beatitudes using several different, non-rhyming forms. Here is one, a type of cinquain:

Pure-heart peacemakers:
Poor in spirit shall see grace

My Happy Place

The prompt for today’s Stream-of-consciousness Saturday (SoCS) is “cozy.” The ironic thing is, it’s about 80 degrees in southern California, where I am right now. I still like snuggling under a blanket and am happy about my new, fuzzy slippers. 🙂

Blanket, slippers
Warming cold feet, hot tea
On a table beside my chair —

I wanted to write more than a cinquain, but my stream of consciousness doesn’t want to rhyme right now.
Instead it wants to drink some tea and watch TV.

A Place to Live

I wrote 5 poems today, which isn’t a bad number, but the poems themselves might be. 🙂 It might be fun to participate in some sort of poetry workshop — as long as no one would mercilessly rip my creations to shreds.

This poem form is called a Marianne for some reason. It was inspired in part by today’s Gospel passage.

Holding your hand —
I miss how strong it felt.
But that is not my promised land,
That house is built
On sand.


Stream of Consciousness and Pie

For SoCS: “on your/my plate.”

Today I didn’t have much on my plate. It being Saturday, that’s laundry day in my house, but I am one of those weird people who likes to do laundry. 🙂 Other than that, the day had mostly pleasant things to offer. One of the most pleasant things was the pie on my plate for lunch. I ate pumpkin pie and berry pie, plus a little bit of cheesy potatoes and some homemade applesauce, so pie was basically the main dish. Best of all, I don’t even regret it. Take that, anorexia!

Speaking of which, the eating disorder does come up all the time, but it’s mostly thoughts and feelings, not actions so much. It used to be like a full-time job, just managing that disease so that I wouldn’t end up in 24/7 care again (yes, again). Talk about having a lot on your plate! In 24/7 care, pretty much all you do is eat and go to therapy and eat and do more therapy and eat, LOL.

I was going to go to the café again today to write, as writing poems was another item on my plate today, but I did not do that. Poetry writing is an integral part of my day, whether or not I post. I have a good (in my opinion) poem to share with you, but unfortunately it is not done.

It’s fun eating bunches of pie,
Stomach and sweet tooth to satisfy,
But better is writing some poems,
Because then I feel like I’m home.

Sorry my brain doesn’t seem to be working well enough to write more than a little quatrain for SoC!

writer’s block
is really a shame
dot dot dot

stay tuned
for more writing
but not too close to now
tomorrow at the earliest
I think