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!
Darkness
Praise Anyway
I’m not entirely pleased with how this turned out but will share it for SoCS anyway. 🙂
Praise:
Sometimes
Difficult.
There are always
Tiny little gems
Which shine throughout the day,
Despite lingering darkness.
To be thankful for in the end,
Reminders of God’s enduring love.
I have depression but can have many happy days anyway. I can have a really hard day but can call it a good day anyway (I don’t really believe in bad days, only hard days).
A Challenge
I wrote this little poem for MLMM’s photo challenge #439 and for FOWC: Segment.
Photo credit: Lake Burley Griffin, Canberra ACT
Exploring to new, unknown islands, Across dark water under cloudy sky: Even the trees do not look green, As everything seems shadowy -- But keep on going, in your yellow boat, This is one segment of your journey.
Helping Hand
When I saw Sadje’s WDYS picture for this week, I immediately thought of this meme (this is just the template):
It took me longer to come up with anything to write for it. By that I mean that I had nothing until this morning. My poem doubles as a late response to SoCS: Key. It is “Stream-of-Consciousness Sunday” this time. 🙂 This was supposed to be a rondeau, but after the first 2 lines I realized the rhyme scheme was wrong, and with SoC you can’t edit, so… voilà.
No way to swim alone, you see
For life ahead, help is the key.
Drowning in the ocean, he pleads
But silently, for no one hears,
A helping hand is what he needs
But he is left with only fears.
We’ll drown if we’re alone, you see
For life ahead, hope is the key.
New Moon
The moon is new, and so the sky is dark.
The stars are shining someplace but not here.
The difference ‘twixt Now and Then is stark,
For nighttime’s Guide is gone, and there’s the fear
Of what comes next, no, even what is Now —
Rewriting of the story not allowed.
Shared with DVerse OLN because I wanted to post a poem today, short though it is.
This is HYSTERICAL!
This is going to be another ranting / rambling post. You have been warned.
I saw a post on Instagram, the other day, along the lines of “Don’t trust the thing that’s trying to kill you.” Don’t trust the eating disorder. Don’t trust , the depression. Whatever. Don’t trust the PMDD or whatever is going on with me this time. But if I can’t trust the very body I live in, then what can I trust. Jesus, of course. “Jesus” is always the answer, isn’t it, my Christian friends? It’s too bad when you don’t particularly like Him these days, but you can’t deny or ignore His existence. Go ahead and give me the “worst Christian” award; I don’t care.
Yesterday was this month’s full moon. Maybe that’s why I am being a LUNAtic! I’m a little obsessed with the names of each month’s full moon. July’s is called the Buck Moon because deer’s antlers are growing at this time (allegedly).
I started a cherita about this earlier and am finishing it now:
I am obsessed with the full moon, Periodically feeling like a total lunatic, Personality eclipsed, it's absolutely Hysterical but not funny at all. It shines Like an unwanted spotlight, and I can't Hide; the moon can't leave the stage either.
Night and Day
For Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge, “Night and Day,” here is my response. I am only one day late! 🙂
I looked through my photos from my first year of college, when I lived on campus and when I used to take photos of the flowers all the time, any time of the day. Looking back, I see that I had a lot of fun giving them creative titles, and also probably never deleted a single one!
Unfortunately, I’m having trouble uploading any more photos. There were 2 more that I wanted to share. Here is a little poem I just wrote:
Keep?
Vanish
The petals,
The day and night,
Memory is left —
Looking at these,
We can be
Happy
Still.
Lux in Tenebris
It’s a day late for Fandango’s Flashback Friday, so here I am with “See-it-again Saturday.” 🙂 This time I skimmed through my archives for past Junes, especially for poems written around this same date (June 10th or 11th). I found several good ones, if I can say so myself. This chance to go back and read poems that I’ve forgotten about is quite welcome!I hope you enjoy reading. 😀
First, a tetractys, originally published here:
Have
The key
To my heart:
It wants to be
Loved deeply, for itself, like anyone.
I was encouraged by Jenna-from-5-years-ago with this one:
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. — John 1:5 Words might be hurtful, And rejection, might be mine, But my God redeems it, Et lux in tenebris lucet. Will my friends abandon me, In this Gethsemane? But God gets me through it, Et lux in tenebris lucet. Amidst mean words, I seek my Shepherd: My lamp is lit, Et lux in tenebris lucet.
Lastly, I wanted to link to this poem here, titled “Water Is Dry,” which I found intriguing.
Struggling
So, I wrote a décima today. It’s been a while since I’ve shared one because Ronovan Writes has a Sijo challenge now, but here you go. It started out positive. I wrote the second and third lines first, inspired by a Bible verse (link goes to a different translation from the one I used but close enough 🙂 ). However, then I had An Afternoon.
I tried, people, I tried. -_-
There’s a crown of worth unfading:
For this I struggle and press on,
With Christ in me to make me strong
Into unknown waters wading.
Here come attacks aggravating
Already-strong onslaughts, keeping
Me laughably close to weeping,
No matter prayers and platitudes.
All of the strength that I’d accrued
Was used earlier – I’m sleeping.
Bonus! Here’s a shadorma I wrote this morning about trusting God, despite how hard it is. In the morning it felt possible. However, then I had An Afternoon.
path ahead
is obscurity —
but darkness
is not dark
for Someone. take a deep breath,
this must be trusted
So, when I first typed this up, I added an asterisk at the end: *even if you are pissed at Him
I hope this isn’t like the video game Portal, where “the cake is a lie.” I feel like all the metaphorical cake in this world is not worth going through this over. and. over. again.
Yesterday, in the livestreamed rosary group that I’m still a part of (I have written about it before at some point), I wrote about some of my difficulty with depression / wanting to die, etc. and somebody told me to “seek the Lord.” Thankfully I stopped myself from actually typing back, “What a GREAT idea!! Wish I’d thought of that!” What do you think I’ve been doing? I mean, we had just gotten done with the rosary! AAAAARGH F***!
Thank you for reading my versified tantrum. I am assuming that you are reading. 🙂
If I Am Persephone…
I was inspired to write this by extending the metaphor a bit from yesterday’s poem. My poor mom.
Persephone gone so much of the year —
Her dear daughter — gone, there is no more Spring,
The leaves also fall as descend her tears,
Then winter wind imitates her wailing.
That missing presence causes constant stings.
She mourns her daughter lost down in the dark,
Small pomegranate seeds have left their mark.
I wanted to spin some words into something positive, but even though some pleasant things happened today, this is the best poem that got written.
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