Bouquets of Roses

Clothed with the sun,
The moon under her feet,
And on her head a diadem:
Twelve stars

Of Christ’s body,
Praying for her children:
Let’s give her bouquets of roses

Happy Mother’s Day!

Our Lady in Revelation 12:1 - "And a great sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed in the sun ...

The Good Life

Brian’s prompt for this week, which I am once again trying to complete on Thursday, is “the good life.” It was nice to reflect on what makes a good life — a good life does not have to be an easy life. It was also a timely reminder that I already have many aspects of “the good life.” πŸ™‚ At the end of each day, before going to sleep, I thank God for many things, every good thing that I can remember from the day — and most days I have a litany. This poem is also for DVerse and is a cinq-cinquain.

Breathe in:
Salty sea air,
Relaxing on the sand
Feeling the sun as the waves break —
Take breaks

Other times life
Requires the daily grind,
Work giving oneself a purpose,

To wake
Each new morning,
Other than the coffee
(Although that always is a plus
For me) —

In Eden ere
The first sin, Adam worked
As a gardener helping all life
To grow —

To face each day,
A purpose found in life:
Actions to take, imprints to leave,
To love

a golden retriever lying on green grass field
Photo by Barnabas Davoti on

I think having a doggy would make “the good life” even better. πŸ™‚


I’m not fine
I am never fine,
Dare to peer in this brain of

Look at me,
Does anyone care,
Beyond a few words and one

Seem static,
Going nowhere while
Brain runs off a cliff or it


Good time to reprise this photo

My thought process before this: “Okay, I finally finished that happy poem from last week. Let’s let out the other stuff.” MVB: Shock. FOWC: Anybody (close enough?). Then I started writing and realized I could make it into a Quadrille for DVerse; the week’s word is “static.”Β  I’m not linking this up with it but figured I’d give credit for the inspiration. πŸ™‚Β  At least I’ve written more now!!

Holy Thursday — Stay with Me

To all who observe Good Friday, have a blessed day! To everyone else, I still hope your Friday is good. πŸ™‚ As could be gathered from the title, I wrote this one last night.

Watch and pray –
the second garden,
preparing for the new tree,
undoing the grave fall in Eden –
stay with Me

wooden ostensory with lit up sacramental bread in center
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A Vase with a Different Meaning

Today’s prompt from has to do with writing “a story about the body.” It feels too triggering to hang out in that space today, and the prompt is optional, anyway. πŸ™‚ That’s why I am, instead, sharing my response to Sadje’s WDYS challenge #127. Like yesterday’s post, it has to do with flowers:

So I looked up tulip symbolism, of course! πŸ˜€

Then I wrote:

vase of red tulips
left on steps — unrequited
should have been yellow


vase of
simple tulips
belies passionate love —
but left alone on steps of stone

There might be more poems to come!


Tonight, I had 6 poems in progress but had not completed a single one all day. Well, now this cinquain is finished. 3-5-7-9-3 syllables. πŸ™‚

We’re not home:
Seeking a kingdom
To come, we hope, with faith the
Assurance of all that is hoped for —
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White Rose

This post is for Fandango’s Flashback Friday. I am posting a little late because of work, spending time with friends, life, and all that jazz. πŸ™‚ It has been a fun day, but it still feels overwhelming sometimes.

The interesting thing is, I had been thinking about this particular poem today, considering reposting it but not sure when I had written it. Well, it is good timing, since I wrote it on March 12, 2019 — almost exactly 3 years ago!

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