Every New Start

This is for MLMM’s Tale Weaver prompt and this week’s décima challenge, where we are supposed to use the word “wind” in the B rhyme spot. Follow the links for more info! 


The close of day is no dead end:
Though the path out may wend and wind,
The pinkish dawn is ripe to find
A better way, and hope, to tend.

The close of day is wont to send
Symbolic messages of fear;
Ignore that siren-song and steer
Away from treacherous creatures.
Nightmares to dreams: morning features
New rosiness of life to cheer.

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The Interior Corner

This is for Fandango’s flash-fiction challenge #72. Join in here! Our picture is below.

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To me, this looks like Hogwarts or almost like a cathedral, but my poem has nothing to do with that. *smile*

You keep to your corner,
Hiding inside,
There’s light all around you,
In dark spots you hide
While light streams through windows
On the left and right —
It seems too hard to move,
Yet the goal is in sight.

A Savored Moment

For the Writers’ Pantry, here is a quatrain that I wrote 2 days ago after spending some time in my back yard.


She stares transfixed at the garden full of life,
She, full of feelings mixed, childlike delight
Planted between pressures of grave responsibility —
Yet the silent butterflies seem to speak prophecy.

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Double Take

For the Saturday Mix “double take”, also partially inspired by FOWC: Pensive. This is also basically stream-of-consciousness, so if it’s bad, that’s why. 😂


The weight

Of the world

In the brain.

 

Waiting for relief,

I seem

Pensive as a

Placid sea

 

— nothing but a

well-worn mask —

 

Underneath the surface

Waves are rolling

Quaking makes

Caves collapse

Soon a tsunami —

 

This is your warning.

 

Décima: Uncertainty

It is already the tenth décima challenge from Ronovan, and this is my offering.


The world today’s a messy place:
It seems impossible to clean,
So in the rubble we must glean
Glinting sunlight learn to embrace.

Now at a dizzying pace
Confusion makes more mess: often
We think it’s figured out, and then
Does anything make any sense?
We know there will be recompense
But we are impatient for when.

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The Metal Bubble

This poem is inspired by FFFC #70, the image below:

They are gazing outside the train,
Outside the windowed metal bubble;
He wonders what is to be gained
By staying stuck; it may mean trouble
To leave may be terrifying.
But there remains a world outside
Inner fear might be decrying —
Fight it, flee fear, and cease to hide.

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What’s Next?

This is a Décima for this week’s challenge. It was also partially inspired by today’s Writers’ Pantry, to which I am linking. Also linked to FOWC: Ordinary.


There is some good worth fighting for,
Even if we don’t know what’s next
Watching video, reading text
Cause fears to multiply and pour.

Yet I know, in my deepest core,
Beauty in ordinary hours
Might be tiny, yet overpow’rs
Somehow, despite the hard struggle.
It’s the moments that make life full,
This is quite a time: It is ours.

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Music Against the Miasma

For First-Line Friday today, our first line is “Do you hear the people sing?” I appreciate the allusion to the Les Misérables musical.


Do you hear the people sing,
Underneath the dreary
Miasma of these circumstances?
Do you hear us fighting
The fog of fear and depression?
Voices must rise, with music
To battle this oppression:
These are our voices, lucky
Enough to be breathing.

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Bereft

NaPoWriMo day 14. This poem was inspired by this week’s Sunday Whirl, wordle #451. The official prompt of the day is to write about what inspires you to write poems, so I suppose my poem today is tangentially related.Update: I am also sharing this with DVerse open-link.


With the world changing with such speed,
(Yet with the monotony of a hamster wheel),
Memories of yesterday begin to fade.

The seams of yesterday are ripping,
Mental-health crises as serious as
Bleeding out — What a treat it was
To have no need to retreat into houses.

And what is next? And what is left?
Bereft, we must nevertheless say yes
To tomorrow, watching panic happening,
Hoping for roots planted deep, sustaining.

Triolet

I enjoy writing triolets, and that happens to be the official prompt for day 12. This poem is about how, sometimes, it takes some work to actively trust and not despair. I am glad that my hope is in God and not in my own hope!


When demons snarl and prowl about
I trust in God and shall not fear.
May stronger faith arise from doubt
When demons snarl and prowl about.
I really hope my hope holds out
Until the Son of God appear.
When demons snarl and prowl about
I trust in Him and shall not fear.