Let’s Talk

I fully intended to be on-prompt today for NaPoWriMo — the prompt is about repetition; how difficult could that be? However, I haven’t written a full poem since this morning, so I have for you this cherita. I wrote it while sitting in a café inside of a bookstore, and it was inspired by the title of a book, which became the first line of my poem.

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Let’s talk about hard things:

Let’s talk about hurts still festering,
Lodged in crevices of heart’s ventricles;

How difficult it is to vivify what’s dying —
I must vomit the necrotic out of my mouth,
It’s even more sickening while hidden.

 

It can be dangerous to swallow the truth that needs to be spoken.

this is fine

Today’s one-word challenge from Fandango is “calm,” so you’d think I’d be able to write a peaceful poem. NOPE! hahahahahahahaha   Day 11 — but off-prompt, even though sometimes hopelessness and other feelings seem like VERY LARGE THINGS. I’ve felt worse, by the way; it’s fine. I’m just kind of… like this.

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“My Heart”

Sijo

At the last minute, a Sijo for the weekly challenge at Ronovan Writes. I’m glad to have finally been hit with some inspiration!

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Keep a guard over my lips, that I might not say too much.
Set a guard over my heart, to save it for a worthy one.
But never to stay silent long, never to harden my heart.

Lightening

There are a few interesting prompts today, but I didn’t write much until finally looking at MVB’s word less than 30 minutes ago. It’s simple, but it inspired me because I have felt a heaviness today, which writing often alleviates. This poem is pretty much stream-of-consciousness.

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When words pour from a heavy heart,
After a day with a dearth
Of communication, it feels like flying,

Seeing the Truth

For the Saturday Mix: Opposing Forces and FOWC: Reprieve, I have a post that is sort of in two parts because I couldn’t fit both pairs of opposites into one poem.

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i.

After my GPA had risen so high,
I was relieved to see it fall,
Never so happy to get a B
In my life, no longer needing
To keep being perfect.
A much-needed reprieve:
The pursuit not worth it.

(true story, by the way — I was so excited to tell everyone, “I got a B!” XD )

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ii.

Take a look inside:
Animosity behind
Stilted politeness,
Rudeness lurks inside the heart
Jealousy with bitterness

Eyes

Eyes
Open,
Acknowledge
The truth that may
Sit uneasily —
If I am not so sweet
Do you have room in your heart
For facts unsavory?
What does anyone
Want more than love,
With kind eyes
To be
Seen?

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Echoing Our Lady

For Flashback Friday — this is a poem from a poetry notebook of mine that I haven’t looked at for a long time. Linked with JusJoJan. I wrote this on July 4, 2018 (I need to give myself credit so as not to commit plagiarism 🙂 ).

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Fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum:
Let it be done to me according to your word,
According to your gracious voice,
The most beautiful I’ve ever heard.

May trust rise up, that I may say:
Fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum,
Your loving will is intricate,
weaving tapestries as on a loom.

I do not see the end result today,
Yet your eyes do, Craftsman full of skill:
Fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum,
I do not know, yet you always will.

May your kingdom come, and not my own,
I abdicate my throne to give you room,
you are the rightful owner of this heart:
Fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum.

The Annunciation, Leonardo da Vinci, via franciscanmedia.org

P.S.  I’m grateful to myself for writing this because I had totally forgotten about it and needed the reminder about what is most important. 🙂 Hope you like it, too.

 

Tiny Promptings

This is a Chaucerian stanza, written today for Brian’s prompt about listening and  also for FOWC: Bring. You never know what a “random” act of generosity and kindness can do.

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Coming Home

Brian’s prompt this week is about coming home. He posts a new topic every week; come check it out and participate!

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God
Reaches
Into me,
Turning my heart,
Softening its scars,
Tuning its melody —
Though it’s a little off-key
“Come home,” the Spirit is singing,
To love now and for eternity.

Help me to be grateful

For Brian’s prompt about blessings, and I might as well link this with MVB: Thankful, too. 🙂

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Help me to be grateful for the wind,
Although it blows with force all the day,
Let gratitude’s spirit not rescind.
Looking, and truly seeing, to find
A brighter point; soon eyes are opened.

Help me to be grateful for the ways
Days unfold, which I would not have penned
If I could write it: I have a say
In how I see it, with heart softened.