For MLMM’s Saturday Mix (on a Monday), “Same, Same, but Different” — The challenge is to use synonyms of these words in a piece of writing: see, blue, soft, kind, and weak. Sometimes, having my head in the clouds is a good thing, since it provides some inspiration. 🙂 Linked also with JusJoJan.
This poem was mostly inspired by the Writing Wednesday prompt, “meditation.” It is a Puente poem, so called because the line in the middle acts as a “bridge” between the 2 parts of the poem. I am also sharing with the Writers’ Pantry and with JusJoJan day 24, even though the word “trigger” did not trigger any ideas, at least not yet.
In this post from last week, I shared a picture and 2 poems inspired by it, wondering if I would start a series by reusing some of the lines to write different forms of poetry. Well, here is the next installment of the series: a Shakespearean sonnet (hoping to try a Petrarchian sonnet soon)! Shared with the Writers’ Pantry at Poets and Storytellers United.
The dove of peace brings healing in its wings,
The shining sun comes not so far behind –
A confluence of pinkish hues it beings,
The easier some happiness to find.
The dove of peace reveals itself to men
Although it often seems to’ve been delayed:
It can be shy, and finds its welcome when
True prayers of trust, like little stars arrayed,
Light up the people’s dark thoughts’ sky. Those stars
Provide much comfort when they’re born and rise,
Against despair and woeful words which mar –
With peace past understanding as the prize.
Thenceforth can many faith-filled flowers grow,
No matter which direction the winds blow.
Today for SoCS and FOWC: Snug, I wrote a “golden shovel” poem, using a line from Emily Dickinson: “Bring me the sunset in a cup.” I don’t know which poem that is from because I encountered it on the tag of the tea bag that I had yesterday (“Bring me inspiration in a cup”). Reading that line, I instantly wanted to use it in a golden shovel poem but didn’t know how to start. Then, this morning, I saw the SoCS prompt and started the poem with “First thing.” 🙂 So there was a little bit of preparation for this, but it was accidental preparation. 🙂 Without any further ado…. Continue reading
Drink in the heady mix of this moment,
Entirely yours for an instant:
Let come whatever may, though
Intention always consists of
Gladness, in whatever form to find
Happiness, for this thin slice of
A safety-orange traffic cone is brighter than day.
Snow blankets the ground, stifling any seedling
Which might emerge from what was once just mud.
Ashes from a campfire dapple snow with gray —
Seedlings push through the greatest of difficulties.
Angels can be made in snow, days made brighter,
Even those ashes speak of happier days gifted —
Some people have a raven’s shadow above their door, never lifted.
Sorry, when I am given “raven” as a prompt word, my mind always goes, “Poe.”
There are plenty of unprompted poems in my head today, but I am not avoiding prompts! 🙂 This is especially for JusJoJan day 3: Servant. I wrote a Pleiades poem, a poem of 7 lines with 7 syllables per line, all starting with the same letter. The title is supposed to be one word. Pictured is my family’s Christmas tree, topped with an angel.
Aid to God’s faithful people,
Attendants and guardians
Above humans, yet servants.
Army of heavenly hosts
Attempts to help everyone
Avoid plenty of dangers,
Announcing momentous words.
This décima is for Ronovan’s challenge this week: Star. For whatever reason, I’ve been having difficulty with décimas the last few weeks. I wrote 2 of them, and this is my third, because none of them have seemed good enough. Still, it’s better to contribute something rather than nothing. I was inspired by my old job (which I had to quit because of the shutdowns) at a math tutoring place.