This was inspired by my breakfast this morning — inspiration can be found everywhere — and is for FOWC: Taste.
The red on my coffee cup:
Not lipstick but juice
From a ripe red strawberry
Savored this morning.
The joy is not false,
As taste of sweet
And bitter waltz, leaving
Traces of unexpected color.
This is for the Saturday Mix (on a Sunday) and also fits with FOWC: Idyllic. This prompt is apt for this week.
Circumstances we do not pick,
Situations far from idyllic.
There is difficulty breathing,
Whether it be from masks or police
Or viruses, not leaving
Any aspect of society in peace.
I wish again for childhood,
Descend the slide of despair
Barely able to cope —
Ascend the ladder of hope.
I wish you’d hold me closely,
begrudge me a hug
I live, exist so lonely.
Is everyone suspect, risky?
When it is deemed to be safe
We’ll need to undo conditioning,
And that’s maybe most dangerous:
Isolation. Deprivation. Silent chorus.
Maybe this poem makes me sound pathetic, but gosh all I want is a hug. I don’t live by myself but am still so isolated, especially emotionally. Thanks to Fandango for the prompt word, and I am also sharing with the Writers’ Pantry. Will post this before I change my mind.
A silly little quatrain for FOWC: Cranky
There blares an early alarm,
To rouse from comfy bed so warm,
There barges in a cranky mood —
Coffee will fix it, and make it good!
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. 😂
Of the world
In the brain.
Waiting for relief,
Pensive as a
— nothing but a
well-worn mask —
Underneath the surface
Waves are rolling
Soon a tsunami —
This is your warning.
This is for FOWC: Glide and unfortunately this is rooted in reality. Also, I wanted to post for Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge this week, but it turns out that neither hawk nor sparrow are summer kigo.
watch the sparrow glide
into my kitchen window,
pursued by the hawk
Photo by Paras Katwal on Pexels.com
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.
This was inspired by FOWC: Twist.
Through verdant green fields
Twist the vibrant blue waters,
Which flow over stones as well
As around any obstacle: a beautiful
~ meandering river ~
Time flows through arid deserts
With no rest, and the stones hurt,
Sometimes the obstacles stop it.
But moments of oasis: beautiful
Photo by Todd Trapani on Pexels.com
For FOWC: Thanks and yesterday’s Saturday Mix about opposing forces, and also shared with this week’s Writers’ Pantry. This poetry form is called a sevenling .
Thank you for the absence
Of oppressive heat, of sickness
In my vicinity, of being busy.
Thank you too for the presence
Of friendship over long distance,
Of voices, and to balance them — silence.
Gift of timing comes with everything.
Photo by Porapak Apichodilok on Pexels.com
At DVerse, we are writing 5-line Japanese poetic forms. I think this is called a kyoka. This is also inspired by FOWC: Classic.
take a step outside
put your phone in quarantine
enjoy nature’s peace:
watch clouds canoe in the sky
classic, idyllic dreaming
Photo taken, ironically, from inside my house