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.
Like a broken
Doorway – blocked,
A long way,
Yet been dragged back
From the weighty
But how to avoid
Leave no stone unturned.
I really like this quotation!
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).
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.
The world is ending.
Hard to accept
The world is looking
Its course is getting
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.
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!
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.
Help me with this impossible puzzle
I‘m stuck on: maybe I’m capable, shouldn’t
Need an answer key, but don’t you think
This quagmire called life is too complicated?
I like this picture because we often need help from other people to “solve” life’s “puzzle.”