My response to the current LiSb prompt about hope: a juuichi, also for NaPoWriMo day 22 (I skipped day 21 because I got hope late and didn’t even write anything until past 10 p.m.).

Lives in heartbeats,
One after another,
Countless treasures of

At the Intersection

This poem was written today for last week’s Thursday Inspiration, the word “wrong.” I was also inspired by the picture below, found on Fandango’s post.

At the intersection of Wrong and Decision,
There lies a very tempting dilemma:
Do I continue along the current path
Or ask myself, “What about another way?”
Another day brings new opportunities,
But I could always use choosing wisely.

At the intersection of Wrong and Decision,
I nearly fear to commit to anything.
One question, and then a second:
Do I give my heart to him or not,
And has he already stolen it?

An Important Date

Mr. Goodbar.

He was my Valentine’s date last year, a king-size chocolate bar from my mother, although you did give me a card and a box of 4 dozen golden-wrapped Ferrero Rochers on another day. I couldn’t help missing you, however, on that most romantic of holidays.

I couldn’t help missing you in the past 6 months since we ended our relationship. The past few weeks, though, the pain has largely eased.

Tomorrow I have planned nothing. Maybe my mother will bake heart-shaped meat loaf, or I’ll receive a vase of flowers from my father, both family traditions. Some happenings never change, but this year’s a different thing — I’ll not think of you.

For FOWC: Past and DVerse’s Prosery, for which the given line is, “This year’s a different thing, — / I’ll not think of you” from Charlotte Mew’s poem “I so liked Spring.” I wasn’t going to share this but have decided, “Why not?” 

My mom’s Valentine’s gift for me last year 😆

For a Friend

It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to be sad and happy at the same time. It’s okay to have your heart hurting while another’s is bursting with joy.

I’m writing this for a friend. That friend is me. That friend would probably want to die, if not for the psychiatric meds that keep her alive. The only present she wants is love and to feel special, but that can’t be bought or fit under the tree. She wants to be worth a diamond ring to somebody.

Her heart hurts, when she wishes she was happy, and that has to be okay.

Friends’ Hearts

For this week’s One-Liner Wednesday, I have this quotation from the great Archbishop Fulton Sheen, found in my book of his quotations. 

In every friendship hearts grow and entwine themselves together, so that the two hearts seem to make only one heart with only a common thought. That is why separation is so painful; it is not so much two hearts separating, but one being torn asunder.

I think this is applicable to any true, deep friendship and does not have to be a romantic relationship.

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.


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.

Are You?

Are you a Kindly Moon?
Is that why I've been feeling
Happy, lately, despite 
Missing him?
            (Someone said,
"The heart is a lonely hunter"
And is that not true, mournful
As a wolf's howl?)

Happy, lately, despite 
Being a Traveler in the tension
Between now and not-yet? 

There's nothing wrong with wanting,
Nor with the process of waiting,
But if I were a gopher I would 
Look back,
          (If I were Lot's wife I would
Be all salty)
                   Longing for a past
Which can never be remembered 
With the fidelity of Ivy --

      Yet, Kindly Moon, you see
      The harvest growing tall
      And ripe, after this Seed Fall. 

Thanks to DVerse Poetics for this prompt, using the various names for the October full moon as inspiration (follow the link for the full list). Also inspired by FOWC: Tension. I’m not sure whether this “Kindly Moon” pleasant and stable mood will last, but at least I could write this. 

Photo by David Besh on Pexels.com


M-R-S degree:
Not life’s entire attainment
But I can’t help it —
Want someone to share my life,
Someone to accept my love

This tanka was inspired by the wordle below from MLMM. The word “marriage” specifically led to me writing this. The point of a wordle is to use most / all of the words, but I’m still linking up.

A couple of months ago, my bf and I of 15 months broke up, since his mother decided that she didn’t like me, for the sole reason that I have an entry-level job. It has been a really hard process, especially because my ex hardly even stood up and fought for me, even though he was crazy about me and all but proposed. Everyone I’ve spoken to says that A. his mother was way out of line, and B. I deserve better. Sometimes I believe that. In fact, I believed it more in the beginning, to be honest. I even got angry with my now-ex and told him to “grow some balls” — and I usually don’t use that kind of language, especially not to someone’s face!

Today it still hurts so much to be judged in such a way. It has been especially difficult because even if I “deserve better,” where can I find “better;” I don’t know?

Joyful Hearts

A few days ago, I finished this coloring page and wrote an ekphrastic poem inspired by it. Because of the short verse, I am sharing with One-Liner Wednesday. I am curious: Does this picture make you think of anything or inspire you to write something? 

“A joyful heart is good medicine.” — Proverbs 17:22

Pierce my heart with a hole-punch, 
String it on a garland with some others; 
Perhaps we can create beauty in pain,
That amid these twisted patterns 
And circular paths, we might find
Ways to hope and cope, reasons to laugh.