Joy Not Stolen

A décima for this week’s challenge: STEAL in the B rhyme spot. I wrote this one yesterday, on Valentine’s Day. I honestly thought that I would feel at least moderately sad yesterday, but it was actually one of the happiest days in a while. 🙂

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What I Love About Today

For February — another thing that I love:
I love the Catholic Church! Specifically today I am talking about the many saints honored in the Catholic Church. Today being February 3, it is the feast day of Saint Blaise. One of the traditions of this day is the blessing of throats, since St. Blaise is considered the patron of those with throat diseases.  For the blessing, the priest uses special candles.

Saint Blase and the Blessing of Throats | Communio
Saint Blaise is just one example of the hundreds, if not thousands, of saints honored in the Church! We also have many other strange traditions, but that’s another thing I love about Catholicism: It is a little weird. 🙂

I even wrote a limerick about today’s saint!

Today on the feast of Saint Blaise,
Parishioners had a malaise:
A disease of the throat,
Yet Corona gloats,
For they must be shut in for days.

Thanks to Paula Light for the idea to post about something we love during the month of February.

At the End of the Year

As probably everyone is writing about today, it is New Year’s Eve, the last day of this dumpster fire called 2020, and tomorrow is the first day of the new year 2021. I wasn’t particularly excited for this day because it’s not like everything is going to go away at midnight, like what happened to Cinderella at the ball, only good. New Year’s Eve seems unnecessarily weighty, especially this year. However, of course there is hope; there is a sense of newness and possibility, which inspired this tanka for MLMM’s Heeding Haiku. The photo is from exactly one year ago. Let’s hope we can start writing in cafés again! 😀

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no title seems good for this….

This is a haibun for FFFC #98 and Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge about the New Year / Cold Moon. I tried to come up with a good title, but they were all either too silly or too sad. I don’t want to make the reader sad right from the get-go. 😉


She lies awake, waiting for the ball to drop in Times Square, for the new year to be ushered in with customary fanfare — or what passes for fanfare (or custom) in these strange times. Times Square is empty, people in their homes, hoping for a fuller year ahead.

silent snowy night:
2021 tiptoes
wolf under cold moon

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.

Christmas Morning

For day 25 of the Christmas challenge — also, merry Christmas to all! The first line, which I put in quotes, is a sentence that someone said in a video reflection on this event, and that one line screamed to be put into a poem.

“Christ is born once more for us,”
Poor and helpless child:
In a manger He is laid,
By the world reviled
Other than by shepherds, and
Wise men who were trav’ling
From the East, to worship Him;
A new hope announcing.

Come to Jesus, Him embrace,
See His whole innocent face.

Surprises

This is for MLMM’s Tale Weaver: Gift, FOWC: Great, and day 24 of the Christmas challenge. I think the poetry form is called a mirror cinquain. I talked more about gratitude in yesterday’s post, but I am grateful for Christmas itself. Even this crazy year, I think that Christmas will be a special and happy time. We won’t spend time with as much family, but in some ways that’s okay because, in the past, I have felt extra lonely on Christmas, because of all the people. I’m the only person in my family who celebrates Christmas as a religious holiday (not just the secular version), and although I have nothing against the secular expressions of Christmas, it is very lonely when the holiday has a vastly different significance for you than for your family.

Look now!
The time has come,
Quiet birth of God’s Son,
Celebrate for endless ages
This gift.

This gift:
Wondrous surprise as mighty God
As a baby is born,
Weak and helpless,
Like us.

30 And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God.
31 And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name Jesus.
32 He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest: and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne of his father David:
33 And he shall reign over the house of Jacob for ever; and of his kingdom there shall be no end.

         Luke 1:30-33 (KJV)

Christmas Cards

On day 23 of the Christmas challenge, our prompt is “words.” What this makes me think of, keeping with the theme of Christmas, is Christmas cards. It’s always exciting to receive a card in the mail, although I sometimes get sad shortly after opening the card because it might just make me miss the person even more. 

I’m also grateful for words themselves, as I love playing with them (hence, this blog). I have also been working on getting more honest and expressing myself during the past few years. Poetry and journal-writing are gifts to me! The most common gifts that I receive, by the way, are journals and notebooks.

Sent —
Sending
Glad tidings :
Season’s greetings,
Happy holidays,
Have a merry Christmas!
Handwriting connects,
Magic collects
As does love,
Cards hold
Cheer