Coming Unglued

For Quadrille Monday at DVerse, De prompts us with the word “stone.” This is a re-working of a poem I wrote maybe 2 weeks ago, edited in order to make it into a 44-word quadrille. 


I’ve come
Unglued,
Almost
Unhinged,
Like a broken
Doorway – blocked,
I’ve come
A long way,
Yet been dragged back
Into that
Same place,
I’ve come
Unglued.

Must come
Unglued
From the weighty
Hopelessness stone.

But how to avoid
More voids?
Leave no stone unturned.

I really like this quotation!

A Shining Opportunity

Today I had the welcome opportunity to go to a café again and write poems. That brings my total for today to 9 poems so far, although their artistic merit is dubious. DVerse introduced me / everyone to a new poetry form: the Zéjel. It sounded like fun, and it was. This is just a beginning, though, because I think it needs at least 1 or 2 more quatrains. As an added challenge, I used Linda’s paint chips and her simile prompt to help me come up with a topic for my zéjel. The paint chips did not easily suggest a topic, but I figured, “When in doubt, write about Jesus.” LOL I’m glad to have gotten this opportunity to try a new form (and to smash together 4 prompts in one post).


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Memory from a Fruit

This is for DVerse Poetics’s prompt, “Always in Season.” It turns out that, a few months ago, I wrote a different poem about an orange, which is interesting because I don’t like oranges that much. Nevertheless, they are evidently full of juicy inspiration!


I peeled an orange and found
Joy, inside that rough exterior peel,
Bordering on obnoxious with that summery citrus scent,
Joy in the juice which covered my fingers,
In the pulp which found its way
Under each one of my fingernails —

I peeled an orange and grabbed
Happiness, full of ripeness, because I wasn’t
Looking overly intently for it.

sliced orange fruit
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Strange Metamorphosis

The world is ending. 

Hard to accept 

The world is looking 

Kafkaesque, and 

Its course is getting 

Coarser. 

 

Will cockroaches overrun

Once microbes are done?

 

The world is ending.

 

Except, not now.

So let’s linger

Over a cold brew,

Talk ’til it’s all gone. 

brown wooden chairs and table
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Another quadrille for DVerse, plus I’m responding to FOWC and MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Double Take. Also, there’s something about those chairs and the focus of that photo that I really like. 

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!

Away from School

Today at DVerse, it is haibun Monday, and the theme is, appropriately, “back to school.” I am happy to be out of school, since even though there were aspects of it that I liked, it would also generate so much anxiety and overwhelm. At the same time, here I am post-college, and there’s still a ton of anxiety and depression, so life’s probably not any better. Anyway, I wasn’t going to post this haibun, but today is one of those days when I probably won’t write anything better, so here you go.

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