There are supposed to be “scattered showers” where I live today, which tends to make things emotionally more difficult for me, but even if it is rainy, the day won’t be a disaster. It’s a good sign that I’ve already gotten through the first half of the day. 🙂
A rainy day? No need to sob.
Need some comfort? Sounds like a job
For the fluffiest robe, blanket,
Silliest rom-com you can get,
Maybe a cup of hot chocolate,
Curl up next to your favorite pet.
(Pusheen the cat doesn’t mind rainy or cold days. 🙂 )
This silly poem is brought to you by SoCS. Side note: I wish I had a dog or a cat.
Brian’s prompt this week is to use the poetic device “Anaphora,” which is when lines begin with the same words. My poem was inspired by that, plus a “Weekend Writing Prompt” to include the word Goodnight in a piece of exactly 45 words. It’s too late to link up that one (especially because it was from 2 weekends ago!), but without further ado, here is my post for today! Linked with JusJoJan.
Goodnight, no more lullabies.
Goodnight, no more stories before bedtime.
Goodnight, I still hope for sweet dreams,
“Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite”
And try to get 8 hours of sleep.
Hoping to Dreamland peacefully to go,
Goodnight — also hoping for a happy tomorrow.
(a depiction of the Roman god Janus, for which
this month is named)
I wasn’t going to post this, but it does work for the Rimas Dissolutas prompt at DVerse, which I was / am really excited about, and it’s not that bad. 🙂 I am planning on trying to write one in French because this is a French poetry form.
Bitter tears greeted the new year,
Shortly before she went to sleep
Grudgingly, angry at Heaven
Which remained far out of her reach.
The next several days seemed to veer
In a hopeful direction: Keep
Trusting God, see what He’s given,
Open to what He wants to teach! Continue reading →
For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, on the last day of the year. This is from one of my old poetry notebooks and was written on 5/27/2018.
I wear your love like a warm coat,
Like a water-resistant raincoat,
Impermeable to sadness and fear.
It is soft and comforting,
It is safe, spacious enough to be inviting:
I wear your love the way
I used to wear jackets, every day,
As if it were a second skin.
It has been hard for me to come up with poems during the last 2 days, especially halfway-good ones, but I wanted to post a poem today, having skipped it yesterday. Even when all of my poems are bad, they are fun to write because, especially if I am writing in a specific form, it is like playing with words. 🙂 Here’s one poem that I managed to finish last night. It happens to use the word for FOWC from a couple of days ago (stupendous!).
I’ve hardly written anything today:
Ideas swirl, but none solidify.
It’s difficult to figure what to say.
Ideas aren’t stupendous; don’t know why.
Yet realizing this, I start to try.
Some lines take shape in this stanzaic form,
Like a calm eye inside a frantic storm.
The first thing I think of when I look at the word “Memento” is always, “Memento Mori” — “Remember you will die.” Isn’t that such a fun thing to think about on Christmas? Thinking more about it, however, I realized it’s more appropriate than one might realize: Yes, today is a joyous day when Jesus was born, but He came into the world to save humanity, because everyone was lost without Him. He came into the world, ultimately, to die in a horrible way and then to conquer death by rising again.
As a newborn child, Jesus was placed in a manger — a place where animals ate from. This foreshadowed Him becoming the Bread of Life and giving us Himself.
I’m not a theologian, but that’s just what I’m thinking of, reflecting on Jesus’s birth and the fact that, because He is God, he knew the reason for which He came, even from the first instant. Even His birth foreshadows His death. Thankfully, “Memento Mori” does not have to be too dark of a phrase because death is not the end; death is only a new beginning.
This is a photo that I took this morning before Mass. I was struck by the fact that, among all the Christmas trees and happy decorations, Jesus was on the crucifix. Interesting juxtaposition, yet very appropriate.
Merry Christmas to everyone, even if you’re not Christian! Happy day! 😀
At DVerse, I learned of a new poetry form yesterday: the Kwansaba. I wrote mine about Thanksgiving, not any winter holiday, but I think it is done correctly. Also for FOWC: Claim.
With family all around the dining table Six of us, but that is enough We feast on juicy ham, fresh bread Baked today, creamy green beans, such savory And sweet fare; we savor the time Sweet absence of strife even for today. I claim with honesty to be blessed.
Many trees outside are staying green,
Though even here it’s getting colder.
In my neighborhood some fallen leaves
Are red; seems falling makes them bolder.
However long the time, they offer
Beauty, which it is a joy to see —
And inside, there is a Christmas tree.