Ghazal: Folly

After posting the paint-chip ghazal earlier today, I remembered this one, written about a month ago, on January 16, 2021.

clear wine glass on black table
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Forgive my folly, veritable wells of it!
Let it be written down, say not farewell to it!

Before its end, all pens would use their ink;
Were I given all time, I could not tell of it.

See how the heart makes passion come in waves —
Behold the ocean deep, the ebb and swell of it!

Even if you are not my Beatrice,
Could you not be my Virgil for the hell of it?

Now all that’s left are roses pressed in books:
One such sweet scent — this writer brings to life the smell of it.

Waking Happily

Today I found a new challenge for the month of February: Paula Light had the great idea to observe the “month of lurve” by posting about one thing we love every day.

It is not my birthday; I’m just trying to make today fun! Happy birthday if it is your birthday. ๐Ÿ™‚

Here is a poem I wrote this morning that relates to this photo, as I have a propensity to write about almost everything:

“Arise and shine, ” the alarm blares,
And I return to my warm bed,
To fall back in dreams, without cares.

“Arise and shine,” coaxes the sun,
Stepping slowly into my room:
“Do not miss goodness; it’s begun.”

“Arise and shine,” cries the coffee,
As I carry it in a cup:
A taste of day, quietly friendly.ย 

Yes to Love

This is for JusJoJan day 26. The word is “shutter,” and the poem’s catalyst was my women’s group this morning. As much as I miss meeting in person, I’m grateful for Zoom because we can still meet (especially because almost everyone in my women’s group is grandmother-age). Anyway, today we had a storyteller come to speak with us. She has “attended” our group several times now, and her stories are unique and often like fairy-tales, but their themes connect with the spiritual life. This is the poem that I wrote.


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When the Boxes are Gone

The prompt for Writing Wednesday was “festive,” and I am combining it with this week’s SoCS: Box.

In the aftermath of Christmas,
When every box has been opened
And every bag has been unwrapped,
The festivities remain quietly
In my heart and memory.

And I wish, and I wish
That they would sing again
In the present, but I must accept
The gift I was given,
And the extent of it.

Peace, Love, and Perseverance

This is a poem that I wrote yesterday, a reflection of sorts on a passage I read from St. Peter Canisius. I am linking this poem to Angie Trafford’s Writing Wednesday (from last Wednesday), “sender.”

Love and perseverance are needed for peace:
On Earth troubles will never long cease,
So let love with courage be fortified,
Let peace not be too elusive nor hide
Its face from those who are its friends.
Peace, love, and perseverance God sends.

This Music is a Magnet

This is for today’s SoCS: Magnet and for this prompt about admiration. I was having trouble getting started on this, but then I listened to this piece of music:

Music as a magnet:
Ears wish to give standing ovations,
Brain is filled with admiration
For the composer’s creativity,
And the vocalists’ beauty —
Sound waves played on repeat
With heavenly beauty replete,
Heart is filled over and over
And never, ever exhausted.