Today I wrote this décima while sitting in my church. This was the first time I’ve gotten to do that since March, so that was amazing! This is linked with Ronovan’s décima challenge, with “blind” in the C rhyme line.
Heart
I See Ghosts
My attempt at a Jisei (Japanese death poem) for DVerse MTB. I’m not sure if I did this correctly; I did not use a haikai form but still tried to give it the same style as one. I’m also linking this to MLMM’s Tale Weaver, which is about beginnings. This was inspired by an actual experience I had yesterday, not that I literally saw a ghost, but it felt like it, in a way. Continue reading
Anhedonia
This (attempt at a) sevenling is for FOWC: Endorse and this week’s Weekly Scribblings, particularly inspired by this picture:
Carnival Dreams by Shelle Kennedy
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Coziness
This was written for this prompt about simple joys, and I am sharing it with the Writers’ Pantry. Happy Sunday!
Precious and Priceless
This décima is for Ronovan Writes’s challenge. It also is linked with FOWC: Intangible and “What’s the Price?” at Poets and Storytellers United.
Intangible love, inner bliss:
Possibly each life’s major goal,
Enlivening the weary soul,
Precious treasure, it is priceless.
What a tragedy to miss this:
Incomplete sans companionship,
To lift people up when moods dip.
Incomparable is a friend,
Worth more than what many checks send,
Precious — a desert water-sip.
April
Here is another installment of Linda’s paint-chip poetry. I tried to also write in quatrains with an “abab” rhyme scheme. This is also shared with DVerse OLN. Our prompt words are below.
“April showers bring May flowers,”
So goes a well-known adage.
A heartbeat blooms and overpowers
Sky-waterfalls; hope makes a hedge.
Pumpkins planted in the spring
Are simply seeds, but by October,
They’re ripe for jack-o-lantern carving,
So parts of April are not over.
One April morning we are all fools,
Many pranks people like to test:
Teaching that when time seems cruel,
To keep new hope in a cedar chest.
Vers Beaucoup
This poem today is for the Saturday Mix at MLMM, and we are supposed to write a vers beaucoup. Follow the link to learn about this form. I am not sure if I was supposed to write more than one stanza, or if one stanza is sufficient. In any case, here is mine, and I anticipate writing more in this form. I thought that all of those rhymes would sound kind of silly and forced, but it’s fun. Je vais écrire beaucoup de “vers beaucoup.” 🙂 Also linking to the Writers’ Pantry.
May God speak to the weak ones who seek
Him, so bleak hearts become more welcome
To the awesome. May He hear, to make fear
Disappear, to protect what world rejects.
Here is a second one:
All the earth, sing the worth of new birth
Into mirth: from the trees to the seas
And the breeze, animals and all peoples,
Despair repulse — to bless brings happiness.
New and Old
This Chaucerian stanza is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS, and the words today are old/new. Although it’s not a free-verse poem, it was pretty quick and I didn’t edit, so I am sharing it.
The old has passed away, the new has come:
This I believe with all my beating heart,
And I want to give it a warm welcome.
Every single day is a fresh new start;
Change does not come at once, but part by part.
Do not lose heart: we are works in progress,
Magnificent, and will find happiness.
Piercing the Heart
This is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS: Sharp, written in the form of an octelle for today’s Saturday Mix.
Music sharply pierces hearers:
Its strength each human heart avers.
Sharps and flats resound in ears
And minds, bringing men to tears.
Symphony inside the soul,
Beauty makes its journey whole.
Music sharply pierces hearers:
Its strength each human heart avers.
I Am Blessed
An unprompted poem shared with today’s Writers’ Pantry.
I am blessed to be Your lamb,
Seeing Your kindness,
Kept safe through the raging storms,
Led to happiness.
Held with care inside Your arms,
In the darkest valley,
My head buried in Your heart,
Full of peace and mercy.
Let me never wander far:
To You leads the brightest star.
