The writing part of my brain (which is most of my brain, at this point), has been active today, so I’ve got this reverse etheree to share. I might even post twice today — working on a poem that requires a bit of research! 😀
Rejoice and be glad
To know this endless day,
Leaving no place for shadows.
Upward movement: dead live again,
Corruptibility having been
Restored to everlasting radiance.
As of this moment, around 5 p.m. on Tuesday evening, I have 7 poems started today and space set aside for 2 or 3 others. How many are finished? Two. Yes, I often have difficulty finishing what I’ve started, especially in a timely manner! Most of my poetry is not elegant, but especially after 2 or 3 days I don’t care and just want to write something. Here’s a haiku (or senryu? maybe even zappai??) and a reverse etheree.
Soul lifted to this reward
One catch: No shortcuts.
Is this the
Little fall making
Flowers grow? Or is it
Opening of the floodgates —
Oh, I know, You promised not to
Send everlasting inundation
Again — none about other destruction.
This morning, having filled up my previous poetry notebook, I started a new one. The first poem written in that book is an etheree about my new Advent Wreath. I was sitting right in front of it, so it was easy to be able to think of something. 😁
At the last minute, I have a poem to post today: an etheree for All Saints Day. 😀
Each time and place
God’s people triumphant.
And now they intercede for
Those of us who are still fighting,
That we too may attain blessedness,
That we may run the race successfully.
I wrote this etheree today, inspired by the psalms and gospel. It also reminded me of the poem The Dove of Peace, which I wrote a while ago. I wrote a series of 3 poems based on one picture, but I’ll only link to the first one. 🙂
I could have
Wings like a dove,
Like the dove of peace,
Like the dove alighting
On Jesus — and those white wings
Shall open wide and welcoming,
Finding rest in the depths of my heart,
Where even there will be found living peace.
Linda’s SoCS prompt today is “color,” and I choose purple. I wrote an etheree and made it as stream-of-consciousness as possible, just counting the syllables per line to be sure it was correct. This was a fun prompt and pretty open-ended, so I might write some more, and it will be fun to read others’ posts also.
Color for Advent, Lent —
Times of expectant waiting.
Reminders of the richness which
Comes after those weeks, months of waiting,
And that the celebration lasts always.
From an old poem,
And the search is quick:
Memory and heart to weep,
For the person who’d connected
With the plaintive, seeming-timeless lines —
That same person now knows much more deeply.
Says the sun
To tiny seed —
Fertile soil, and creates
A supportive cradle, great
Conditions to germinate.
Grown slowly, a tiny sprout opens
To the sky, beyond its imagining.