Tired but Still Writing

I feel so tired, but I have to go to work in an hour. In addition, I can’t seem to write anything even vaguely poetic. 

I can be thankful that I get to go to work (especially since lately there haven’t been as many hours because we haven’t been busy, so they haven’t needed me as much). I am also thankful for the women’s group at my church, which just happened. It is better to go than not to go. 

Even with food and coffee, I’m still so tired. 

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Sitting here trying to write, I can be thankful for words,
For the coffee and the gentle breeze, on this sunny weekday -- 
And the warmth of friends who are like family, in sweet memories. 

A sijo for Ronovan Writes’s prompt. 

Table Full

For “What Do You See” #161:

Table full
Of food to share with all,
Gathered 'round to share companionship

Over brunch,
With coffees and waffles,
And all manner of tasty goodness

Not only 
Food but togetherness:
Bonds strengthened, forever remembered. 

Stream of Consciousness and Pie

For SoCS: “on your/my plate.”

Today I didn’t have much on my plate. It being Saturday, that’s laundry day in my house, but I am one of those weird people who likes to do laundry. 🙂 Other than that, the day had mostly pleasant things to offer. One of the most pleasant things was the pie on my plate for lunch. I ate pumpkin pie and berry pie, plus a little bit of cheesy potatoes and some homemade applesauce, so pie was basically the main dish. Best of all, I don’t even regret it. Take that, anorexia!

Speaking of which, the eating disorder does come up all the time, but it’s mostly thoughts and feelings, not actions so much. It used to be like a full-time job, just managing that disease so that I wouldn’t end up in 24/7 care again (yes, again). Talk about having a lot on your plate! In 24/7 care, pretty much all you do is eat and go to therapy and eat and do more therapy and eat, LOL.

I was going to go to the café again today to write, as writing poems was another item on my plate today, but I did not do that. Poetry writing is an integral part of my day, whether or not I post. I have a good (in my opinion) poem to share with you, but unfortunately it is not done.

It’s fun eating bunches of pie,
Stomach and sweet tooth to satisfy,
But better is writing some poems,
Because then I feel like I’m home.

Sorry my brain doesn’t seem to be working well enough to write more than a little quatrain for SoC!

writer’s block
is really a shame
dot dot dot
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stay tuned
for more writing
but not too close to now
tomorrow at the earliest
I think

Morning in the Evening

Today’s Stream-of-Consciousness Saturday prompt was “morning,” yet here it is very firmly evening and I am finally trying to respond. I often write poems about the morning-time, simply because I am a morning person and find it more inspiring. In fact, lately, after about 4 p.m. I have been wishing that the day could just end. Maybe that’s the depression talking. My friend thinks I’m becoming better because I have expressed interest in things like getting another job, but I don’t really think I’m getting better. That has nothing to do with the morning, but this is SoC so anything goes.

I have written a few short poems today but nothing having to do with the morning. Not even mourning. I did write one about growing (or lack thereof). It’s not good.

In the morning I get to go to Mass! We are celebrating Christ the King Sunday, and then next Sunday, the season of Advent begins!

Uggggghhhhh I really want to share a poem with you guys; that’s what this blog is supposed to be about.

The morning time is favorite time of day,
The afternoon I’ll often wish away
If I’m at home; sometimes I get to work,
My duties I try so hard not to shirk.
And I will get free ice cream anyway.
YAY!

Yawn

A typical day —
Filled with more of the same
Writing, reading, coffee-drinking
It’s boring after a while,
Yet the days leave, single-file
Without caring that you want them back.

Too many of them are wasted,
These typical days —
Indeed much is wasted, because unappreciated.

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I don’t always appreciate “typical” days. I want time to speed up now, but by next year I’ll wish that it had slowed down. I appreciate the one-word prompts today (linked in the poem). This is a good reminder to myself. 🙂

For Art’s Sake

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This week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge is themed “Art for Art’s Sake.” I think my coloring applies, especially since I generally don’t do anything with it, except maybe send a photo of it to a few friends. The picture above is the one I am currently working on. 

I’m not sure if coloring even counts as “art,” but when I sent a picture to my grandma-friend a while ago, she praised, “You are a master of this art form!” 

Thank you, grandma, for making me feel better about my life, LOL! 

HOPE

Linda’s SoCS prompt today is “your favorite word.” I’m not yet sure of my favorite word, but one of my favorite phrases is “Free Coffee” (the other is “Perpetual Adoration,” but I think only other Catholics will even know what that is).

After thinking about it, I can’t tell which word is my favorite for its sound, but definitely one of my favorites as to its meaning is Hope. That’s why I wrote this acrostic, with a nod to Emily Dickinson.

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Hope is a beautiful treasure,
Is worth more than most wondrous gifts:
The way people can keep going, the
Thing that keeps from despair’s pit;
With great love I hold mine, and see
Feathers like those on angels’ wings.

Note: According to Dickinson, hope has feathers. Also, ducks have feathers; geese have feathers. I don’t think that is a coincidence. 🙂

My Halloween Evening

My last photo from October is below. I took myself to the coffee shop down the street from my house and wrote there for 2 hours. Thankfully, even though I can’t drive, I can walk there, or else my house would be like a prison. As it is, my mind would be a prison without the ability to write so much.

The second-to-last photo was that same page, before I had started to fill up the page. If you can read my tiny writing, you may notice that I had written a quadrille for DVerse, but unfortunately I don’t like it enough to share it. 🙂

P.S. Happy All Saints Day to those who celebrate!

Loving Heart

I’ve written some Halloween / scary-themed poems today, but the one I am sharing is much more light-hearted. 😊 It is a Septanelle for FOWC: Harmony and MVB: Delighted. Thanks to Paula Light for, through one of her blog posts, introducing me to the Septanelle form.

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A loving heart,
Delight from the inside:
Love reminds that no one is far apart
And does not hide
But more it longs to give,
In harmony it helps us all to live,
Forgive, restart.

Kneaded

I feel hesitant to post anything today, but here is a shadorma I wrote yesterday, inspired by a talk at my women’s group.

dough of days:
needed gratitude
kneaded in,
taking time,
so that even in the heat
spirit is rising

Photo by Klaus Nielsen on Pexels.com

Since I shared that, I’m now linking with DVerse OLN. Might as well. 🙂