Kindness A lifesaver: And your hands' welcome warmth A haven which makes this life worth Living
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 —
Love is water
Quenching hatred; the one
Who drinks will never be thirsty
Again
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.
My response for Stream-of-Consciousness Saturday, a day late (but the acronym SoCS still fits!).
Let us
This day give thanks
With all our hearts, for life:
There is beauty right here where you
Are now.
The air
Filling your lungs is a great gift,
Blood pumping through your veins
And returning
To heart.
darkness falling, stars rise, open their eyes: even when the birds cease to sing, such brilliance is calling
For Angie Trafford’s Writing Wednesday (on a Thursday). Join in!Â
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:
Meek,
Merciful,
Pure-heart peacemakers:
Poor in spirit shall see grace
Poured
I just jotted this simple cinquain this morning (along with 8 other short poems!). It was inspired by two photo challenges, FFFC #200 and this one at MLMM. It also might count for one-liner Wednesday because it is one sentence with line breaks.
Through caves
And canyon walls,
There is the sky above
Maybe even a bright light from
Within
(Image credit https://unsplash.com/@codyhiscox)
(below: from the Google Next Hub Photo Gallery)
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. 🙂
Fuzzy
Blanket, slippers
Warming cold feet, hot tea
On a table beside my chair —
Snuggling
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.
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.
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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
…
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stay tuned
for more writing
but not too close to now
tomorrow at the earliest
I think
Beautiful Ecstatic moments -- Realizing there is love, That even the lizard praises God By being
That moment when you have an almost-mystical experience just by taking a walk for five minutes.Â
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