I, blind to the future, must walk forward,
Hoping for Heaven, which I'm limping toward.
Imagination paints predictions vividly,
Dread digs up a dozen ways to scare me.
What's coming in life are paths unknown,
Only little by little is any light shown.
Yet when the future day comes into my sight,
Even a crooked way may straighten to delight.
I wonder if there's truly much to fear,
Even if I don't see my Guide here.
This poem was inspired by the Bible verse Isaiah 42:16 (KJV).
And I will bring the blind by a way that they knew not; I will lead them in paths that they have not known: I will make darkness light before them, and crooked things straight. These things will I do unto them, and not forsake them.
I am so happy, to be feeling happy,
It is a real relief, to feel relief:
This is a gift, and if it stays steady,
It's sure to save everyone a ton of grief.
The quatrain above was written right after Mass 6 days ago. Overall, my mood has stayed steady and positive (THANK YOU, JESUS!). Even some things that have worried me haven’t had too much of an impact on my overall mood.
I’d been distraught over my birthday, but it’s actually been a great one (it’s today 😊🥳). Here’s a silly little poem I wrote this morning:
Soon after Strawberry Moon,
A new year's begun:
I've gone around the sun!
Fun fact: I also have a twin brother. I call him my “Wombmate.”
For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I have a poem from June 17th, 2019 (still exploring that particular poetry notebook). It turns out that this was a Quadrille, a 44-word poem, so I might have posted it the day it was written. if it was a response to a DVerse Quadrille Monday. Also linking to FOWC: Possible.
Shall I fret if the future is in mist?
Is the path happy even without seeing?
Can someone guide, grasping gently my wrist,
Pulling me forward, when I am hesitating?
Shall the guide leave, possibly as a surprise?
Is there mist in my eyes?
For Brian’s prompt this week and also for FOWC: Generous. I often write these without being prompted, but this was still fun. It was also convenient because I forgot to even look at what the challenge was until this morning!
Most likely sleep in, but
Opportunity every day
This makes me want to try to wake up earlier tomorrow. I’ve been wasting daylight!
Even though Ronovan Writes no longer hosts a décima challenge, from time to time I still like to write in that form. Today I used “future” as my jumping-off point, and the MVB and FOWC one-word prompts helped to inspire the rest of the poem.
It turns out that this is only tangentially related to “future” — this is the future that doing all that stuff in high school was supposed to prepare me for and make better. For a long time, I’ve felt like I’ve wasted all of that, and what I hadn’t wasted all by myself was stolen from me. 😦 😦 😦 But maybe that wasn’t wasted. Lou’s comment on my sijo made me rethink, just a bit. I’d never actually thought, “Maybe it wasn’t wasted!”
I write all that as a way of saying, I didn’t have to force this somewhat-optimistic ending today.
My academic achievements Could not prepare me for real Difficulty, nor help to heal, For the pain of waste is intense.
Did that hard work have recompense? Not in the way one likely guessed But it was wise to do my best. A certain success foreshadowed, But forced down a different road, Worked hard to pass another test.
I liked calculus and was pretty good at it — but I always hated real-life change.
This poem was inspired by the images for these 2 prompts: MLMM’s Photo Challenge #417 and Sadje’s WDYS #137. I wrote it, a curtal sonnet, a few days ago and was not entirely happy with it so almost forgot to post it before the next WDYS is released!
The way ahead could be vast as the sky,
Its limits only bound by my belief --
Yet how closed-off it feels, making me cry,
Unable to find a path to relief.
How much is self-imposed, a needless thief?
Suspending disbelief for but a day
Might help me find a sky that is not gray --
And in those clouds some brand-new shapes are found.
Then on the Earth I'll stand and look around,
And hear a voice point out, "This is the way"--
How sweet the sound!
Spirit so sad it makes me
want to sprint away,
(If i had the energy) --
Body so tense it makes me
want to scream,
I am enveloped in mist,
Squinting to see through this haze,
and sometimes I do,
Today being one of those days.
It’s a day late for Fandango’s Flashback Friday, so here I am with “See-it-again Saturday.” 🙂 This time I skimmed through my archives for past Junes, especially for poems written around this same date (June 10th or 11th). I found several good ones, if I can say so myself. This chance to go back and read poems that I’ve forgotten about is quite welcome!I hope you enjoy reading. 😀
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
— John 1:5
Words might be hurtful,
And rejection, might be mine,
But my God redeems it,
Et lux in tenebris lucet.
Will my friends abandon me,
In this Gethsemane?
But God gets me through it,
Et lux in tenebris lucet.
Amidst mean words,
I seek my Shepherd:
My lamp is lit,
Et lux in tenebris lucet.
Lastly, I wanted to link to this poem here, titled “Water Is Dry,” which I found intriguing.
So, I wrote a décima today. It’s been a while since I’ve shared one because Ronovan Writes has a Sijo challenge now, but here you go. It started out positive. I wrote the second and third lines first, inspired by a Bible verse (link goes to a different translation from the one I used but close enough 🙂 ). However, then I had An Afternoon.
I tried, people, I tried. -_-
There’s a crown of worth unfading:
For this I struggle and press on,
With Christ in me to make me strong
Into unknown waters wading.
Here come attacks aggravating
Already-strong onslaughts, keeping
Me laughably close to weeping,
No matter prayers and platitudes.
All of the strength that I’d accrued
Was used earlier – I’m sleeping.
Bonus! Here’s a shadorma I wrote this morning about trusting God, despite how hard it is. In the morning it felt possible. However, then I had An Afternoon.
is obscurity —
is not dark
for Someone. take a deep breath,
this must be trusted
So, when I first typed this up, I added an asterisk at the end: *even if you are pissed at Him
I hope this isn’t like the video game Portal, where “the cake is a lie.” I feel like all the metaphorical cake in this world is not worth going through this over. and. over. again.
Yesterday, in the livestreamed rosary group that I’m still a part of (I have written about it before at some point), I wrote about some of my difficulty with depression / wanting to die, etc. and somebody told me to “seek the Lord.” Thankfully I stopped myself from actually typing back, “What a GREAT idea!! Wish I’d thought of that!” What do you think I’ve been doing? I mean, we had just gotten done with the rosary! AAAAARGH F***!
Thank you for reading my versified tantrum. I am assuming that you are reading. 🙂