The Storms

This is an old poem, posted for Brian’s prompt, “Slam.” He challenges us to write something that “could be delivered as spoken word, maybe even at a poetry slam.” I wrote this poem on April 3, 2019, at a weeklong Christian conference after studying part of the book of Mark. Later in the week, there was an open-mic, where anyone could share anything, and at the last minute (literally, during the event), I decided to sign up and share this poem. Although I am still a novice at poem-writing and was even more so then, my poem was quite well-received. 🙂

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It’s Sunny Outside the Pit

I wrote this décima for this week’s challenge: Sunny. I also used the word from last week because I had forgotten to post anything for that one. Also linked to MVB: Temptation.


When tempted to think woefully,
When stuck too long inside the brain
With thoughts a scary maze, sans gain —
Look outside. The day is sunny.

This day has opportunities
That might be hard to see. Never
Stop trying, although worries spur
Paralysis — stuck in a pit.
Stuck in a maze? Ways out of it
Exist. Some happy days concur.

Burning

A poem in couplets for MVB: Lamp and FOWC: Combination, linked up with DVerse’s open-link night.


Arise, O lamp of dawn,
And let the night be gone!

How quickly the night fell,
That force-fed taste of Hell.

How dark the dead of night;
How dead one leaves that fight.

A combination of
Sleeplessness, dearth of love

Makes one almost give up,
Fumbling salvation’s cup —

Until the sun returns:
Yet how these trials burn!

This Was Supposed to be a Poem…

Today is the feast day of Our Lady of Sorrows, and I do like this day, as it commemorates Mary’s com-passion as she stood by the cross of her son, Jesus. I wrote a couple of poems in honor of the day and worked on a Chaucerian stanza, which I hope to finish soon. It was going to use the word for FOWC today, since I try to be steadfast in responding to prompts and posting poems (see, I used the word anyway). However, today I felt kind of “off” and sad, and then depressed, and thinking too much about this day triggered the depression really bad. I apologize to anyone I took out my pain on today. The person I become when I am both angry and depressed is a shitty person! So anyway, I’ve got no poem for you today. Except for this, coming to my head right now:

Sorrows
Hit my
Insides and it
Takes a toll

Voilà!

Searching

This is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS; the prompt word is “where.”


Where is the map?
The map which shows where to go,
Where to go now,
Now that the world is upside-down?

Down go the emotions,
Emotions as volatile as the world unpredictable

Has become — where is this map
Map that no one has?

Multiple Medals

When I saw the MVB prompt, Pendant, I immediately thought of the necklace that I wear every day, which is silver and has (currently) four Catholic medals on it. Now I’ve got the poem written, so voilà. 


On a chain:

Silver Saint Thérèse,

Jesus King of Love,

And two Miraculous Medals —

Must need twice as many

Miracles, a shower of roses

You are good, Jesus

My soul knows this —

But don’t

Leave me

Hanging

I Suffer From…

Today I have something for one-liner Wednesday and a free-verse poem, inspired by FOWC: Ingrate, to go with it. A couple of weeks ago, I found this one-liner online somewhere, probably on Instagram:

“I suffer from mental illness. I also suffer from people who don’t understand mental illness.”

I am not a hypocrite for being a Christian and having depression.
So it’s not helpful to command me, “Rejoice.”
I am not an ingrate for not always wanting to live,
So stop telling me to make a gratitude list.
(Not that it’s any of your business,
But sometimes at night I fall asleep
Thanking God for what he’s given me —
Often by the end of the day
Glad to have chosen to stay.)