This poem was inspired by yesterday’s SoCS, but I didn’t write it until today. It surprises me how difficult it seemed to write a post starting with the word, “If.”
If none of this Covid stuff ever happened,
If fear didn’t let it get out of proportion,
Maybe I wouldn’t feel hopeless so often.
This is a sevenling (or my attempt at one) for Brian’s prompt about traveling. My take on traveling is a little more abstract. A lot of the settings where my dreams take place repeat, especially if the dream is a nightmare. I’ve been having fewer nightmares over the last several months, but unfortunately they stick in my mind better than happy dreams.
Thanks to Fandango for today’s FOWC: Piano. Also linked with DVerse OLN. I was going to participate live, but that didn’t happen. 🙂
Several months ago, I wrote a series of sonnets inspired by one of the pictures I had colored. I just finished another picture featuring a dove, and of course, I thought about the Holy Spirit. Then I thought, “Why not write another sonnet?” 😆 It has actually been a few months.
Continue readingOctober is inaugurated
With the feast of Saint Thérèse,
A shower of roses, when
Many other plants are dying.
Saint Faustina is October fifth,
Reminding that Divine Mercy lifts
All penitents from lowly misery:
Nights are long, yet rays of light are shining.
On the seventh, perfect number,
We celebrate Jesus’ immaculate mother,
Known as Our Lady of Victory
Through her prayer weapon, the rosary.
On Halloween, the eve of all Saints,
A frightening picture our culture paints,
Yet even amidst those witches and ghosts
Courage flourishes with heavenly hosts.
For this week’s Weekly Scribblings (a couple of days late) about October. Ideally, I would want to write more quatrains because I skipped from October 7th all the way to October 31st, but I haven’t memorized this month’s liturgical calendar. I’m sure there are at least a few other awesome saints that I could include next time. 🙂
I am sharing another poem from the archives. 🙂 During my archaeological dig through my notebooks today, I found this haiku and thought it was cute.
Sweet simple sparrow
Singing softly, staccato,
Staying satisfied
P.S. Many thanks to Brian Vos, whose prompt I linked to above, because after I shared this poem last week, he told me it would be interesting to see more of my older stuff. So, he’s the one who caused me to open Pandora’s Box. 🙂
For Ronovan’s décima challenge for this week, before he releases a new one tomorrow. My thoughts are turning rather bright today. 🙂
What a present of renewed sight,
A gift to find that hopes aren’t dead
Nor quashed; slowly yet surely led
Back into the morningtime bright!
Being itself feels much more light,
Worrying about so much less.
Remember this for happiness:
Life can be far from the zenith
And be positive, looked at with
Wonder and depth, and openness.
Linking up with FOWC: Figment, even though I have actually been working on this for 3 days. For whatever reason, it was rather challenging for me to finish.
In this moment all is well,
Calling me to peace.
All my worries letting go,
Tension can release.
Now is no disaster near,
Figment of my worries.
Dealing with anxiety
Is part of the journey.
What’s to come? A mystery.
But for now breathe peacefully.
It’s that time of week again: Paint-Chip Poetry at the last minute! This week, Linda is challenging us to write a Sestina, a word that strikes fear into poets everywhere 😳 (or maybe just me). I have finished only 2 sestinas in my entire life, and I actually liked one of them! I meant to start this poem earlier, but all I did was look at the paint chips:
I found a flower on the ground
And heard grace whispering: a sound
Of gentleness consoling me,
I feel lucky.
I feel not only lucky — blessed,
To have the bloom of beauty rest
Before my eyes, a color deep,
Kindness to keep.
A flowering of hope renewed,
Of happiness and gratitude,
And when the petals’ beauty fades,
God’s presence stays.
I wrote this poem yesterday and today, inspired by the flower I found on the sidewalk while walking home from the library on Friday. To me, the flower was like a present from Jesus. Shared with this week’s Writers’ Pantry.
