I'm afraid of the future.
Every day seems more tenebrific,
Potentially terrifying, not terrific
Drought and shortages,
Heartbreak not far away
Later will this be sufficient?
I profoundly feel deficient,
How much of what there is can stay?
But I have enough:
Food, water (coffee),
Physical and mental shelter
And even Love and Hope
Side note: The word “tenebrific” reminded me of the Holy Week liturgy called Tenebrae, plus the word “terrific!” 😀
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.” 🙂 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
Sometimes. Other times life Requires the daily grind, Work giving oneself a purpose, Reason
To wake Each new morning, Other than the coffee (Although that always is a plus For me) —
Even In Eden ere The first sin, Adam worked As a gardener helping all life To grow —
Reasons To face each day, A purpose found in life: Actions to take, imprints to leave, To love
I think having a doggy would make “the good life” even better. 🙂
It’s often hard for me when it rains, but not always. Today seems to be pretty pleasant. 🙂
Water falls from the sky,
And I get to stay inside
Drinking coffee with a chocolate cookie
(Mom made popcorn on the stove
So we might watch a movie) —
We need no gloves, but blankets
Might be nice, and maybe we
Will light the candles tonight.
Blogging is, of course, a form of journaling, especially with some of the very honest poems that I have been posting. Offline, I write a lot more poetry, usually at least 4 or 5 poems a day, in response to prompts and/or what happens during my day. I also write in a normal journal daily, which I have been doing since December of 2007.
Part of the reason why I put so many poems about depression and stuff on here is precisely because I don’t know most of you in person. Some of my “real life” friends also read my blog, and it can be a bit awkward. For example, this conversation occurred a week or two ago:
Friend: “How have you been lately?”
Me, because I seem to be unable to lie: “Uhhhh….”
Friend: “I saw your blog post.”
I also put a lot of Jesus-y poems on here because I am very happy to be a Catholic Christian. Yes, my life is messed up, far from ideal, but Jesus makes it better; when I have no hope, He is the hope. ❤
I think it’s kind of funny that those are my top 2 topics: depression and Jesus. I think the topic that wins third place is coffee.
Today’s FOWC and MVB prompts, Scrumptious and Yogurt, fit together well. When I eat in the morning, I usually like to eat yogurt with fruit and cereal. The hard part is writing a poem about that, especially one that is not inane. Sharing with the Writers’ Pantry because why not?
Sunlight through the window
Wakes me from night’s sleeping,
Question after coffee
Maker starts its brewing:
What to eat this morning?
What to eat this morning?
What’s scrumptious to my taste?
Yogurt in a big bowl
With berries — do not waste
Them! — crunchy cereal.
Based on this prompt about choosing and also on the fact that, even if I am interested by new stuff at the coffee shop, I almost always get black coffee or plain tea. Even with this poem, after spending a day wondering which form I should use to write it, I settled, unsurprisingly, on a Sevenling.