For this weekend’s Stream-of-Consciousness Saturday, which I’m writing on Sunday, the prompt is to use a word that starts with “over.”
Overjoyed When I see you again, That face which I find so beautiful Overjoyed As I warmly embrace This lovely person who is precious Happiness Of being together, Even after only days apart
For One-Liner Wednesday, I turned to the page for today (May 10th) in my copy of The Wisdom of Fulton Sheen and found this gem:
Our happiest times are those in which we forget ourselves, usually in being kind to someone else. That tiny moment of self-abdication is an act of true humility: the man who loses himself finds himself and finds his happiness.
Ven. Archbishop Fulton Sheen
Kriti has given us another LiSb prompt this week, and it is about childhood. I was inspired by the swingset that used to be in my backyard when my brothers and I were growing up.
The swingset:
back and forth
back and forth
swinging,
flying high
and jumping
The monkeybars:
back and forth
back and forth
reaching,
blistered hands
and happy
The slide:
up and down
up and down
sliding,
climbing up
again sliding
And always delighted
My Last Photo for March 2023. I’m still intending to take part in NaPoWriMo, even though, being quite busy, I missed posting for the first day.
Today, WordPress asks us about our favorite type of weather. It reminded me of my least favorite type of weather: heavy rain, especially prolonged rain. This is, unfortunately, the type of weather we have been experiencing lately, which has been horrible for my mental health and at least part of the reason why I have been having such a hard time for the past 2 or 3 weeks. Today — hooray! — we had a fairly warm day with plenty of sunshine.
Sun
Shining
Happiness
Upon the Earth,
Warming ground and grass:
Shine on my upturned face
To renew mind and body,
And help my hope to replenish,
For I’m thirsting for your healing rays,
That I may smile for many days to come.
I wrote a cherita for FOWC: Hinder, MVB: Melancholy, and MLMM’s Sunday Confessionals. It’s not about a yearning from that long ago, not specifically, but on a deeper level I guess it is about the longing for hope and being deeply loved.
Your melancholy nature does not hinder you from laughing, From leaning over wheezing from so much merriment; and My melancholy nature does not hinder me from finding So much hope in the mere presence of such a man -- When Our eyes meet it is as two hearts are beating in unison; come, Help me find the words to songs heretofore unsung.
I thought you might have been the one, yet I was sorely mistaken.
Your expectations for me, were quite nigh impossible
A disappointment to you, I have stood up for myself.
My Tuesday sijo for the week’s Sijo challenge with the theme of “disappointment.” Despite the negative word, I tried to give a positive message. 🙂
Fast-growing ducklings -- We delight in their cuteness Lovely while it lasts
Thanks to Ronovan Writes for the haiku prompt.
For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I have a poem written on this day in 2020. I titled it “Succulent,” and it was in response to the JusJoJan prompt of that day. Linking with today’s JusJoJan prompt.
I wake, and does it seem a normal day?
Yet dazzling moments need not be in lack.
Let gratitude and open eyes allay
All fears of scarcity which hide in back
Of mind; let little, happy moments stack:
Begin with sunlight streaming through this pane
Of glass, and greenery in stark terrain.
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