Winter freezes her: numb thumbs
Until winter becomes spring,
Turning frozen heart to melting.
Frozen in one lonely spot,
Now back to front she floats,
Buoyancy with happy notes.
For the current Weekly Scribblings at PSU, Rosemary invites us to write about non-human beloved companions, whether they be pets or animals or even inanimate objects. I decided to write about my rosary. I carry one just about everywhere I go. It is more than an object because, through the prayers, it connects me to heaven. 🙂 Below is a picture of my favorite rosary.
hear my prayer:
heart freely chooses
to stay close
to the source
of every loveliness,
the pearl of great price
When your dinner inspires a poem, you might have a problem. 🙂 However, it’s the kind of problem that I love to have. In April I have set the goal to post a poem every day, so this is the one I’ve chosen to share today.
Like the ribs that I’ve been eating —
Side of life that others don’t see,
Façade behind which heart’s beating —
Recall, my dear, all hide something
For FOWC: Note. The first line was inspired by the beginning of a reading from Mass today. Isaiah 50:4
Sustain the weary with a word:
Allow their pain to now be heard,
To usher in a note of peace,
Like the song of a little bird.
Sustain the sad with present care:
Fear not a silent space to share.
For in the quiet, hearts can fill
With depth of friendship that is rare.
This verse is difficult to start:
What themes and words should it contain?
May inspiration soon regain
Its strength, as it speaks to my heart.
A poem is building, part by part.
It seems as naught in readers’ eyes,
Yet words encourage; my pen tries.
Let patience have its perfect work:
Show up, and be sure not to shirk
Daily attempts — to win the prize!
After posting the paint-chip ghazal earlier today, I remembered this one, written about a month ago, on January 16, 2021.
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.
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.
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.
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.