The alarm incessantly dings, and it seems the Clock is chiming, “It’s time for a change!” A huge task: A plethora of aspects Could use revising; life might seem strange. Yet even small changes feel the same. It’s certainly time for me to stop Feeling pained, drained, and afraid.
Today’s SoCS prompt is “starts with cal,”and the first thing I thought of is calories, but we’re not going to write a post about that. 🙂 Hmm… Calzone (yummy!). Oh, yeah, California, calling… But California doesn’t need to call because I am already here. I hope we don’t experience any calamities anytime soon. I’m pretty scared of earthquakes.
shaking California ground
comes upon us sans one sound
the thing that causes much fear,
potentially always here —
nothing like the “quake” started
last March, in the year departed,
life can change quickly, warning
not possible, lingering sting
Linda G. Hill’s SoCS prompt today is “day/week/month/year,” and she also invites us to write about our past year, SoCS-style or not, due to the one-year anniversary of this pandemic being declared. Regular readers of my blog probably already know how this pandemic (and especially the government’s response to it) has affected me. How to describe this past year, besides “crazy” and “surreal?” It was and still is especially hard for me because March 14 and 17 have been significant anniversaries in my life for years, and so all of that together is… However, I acknowledge certain amazing things, particularly an online prayer community, which would not have happened without this pandemic and the lockdowns!Continue reading →
This quadrille, containing the word “swift,” is for DVerse (a day late) and for FOWC: Spark (on time).
One spark alights, on grass and kindling dry
One spark ignites, swiftly all its surroundings
One spark lights, a fallen Lucifer
In the inky night, flinging open a portal
To hell, as flames leap up where
One spark fell.
This is for JusJoJan day 26. The word is “shutter,” and the poem’s catalyst was my women’s group this morning. As much as I miss meeting in person, I’m grateful for Zoom because we can still meet (especially because almost everyone in my women’s group is grandmother-age). Anyway, today we had a storyteller come to speak with us. She has “attended” our group several times now, and her stories are unique and often like fairy-tales, but their themes connect with the spiritual life. This is the poem that I wrote.