For the paint-chip poetry prompt this week, we are given the challenge of writing a “chance cinquain,” using the words on the paint chips in order in five-line stanzas. I just realized I didn’t use them in order. Oh, well. I am also sharing with JusJoJan.
Today for SoCS and FOWC: Snug, I wrote a “golden shovel” poem, using a line from Emily Dickinson: “Bring me the sunset in a cup.” I don’t know which poem that is from because I encountered it on the tag of the tea bag that I had yesterday (“Bring me inspiration in a cup”). Reading that line, I instantly wanted to use it in a golden shovel poem but didn’t know how to start. Then, this morning, I saw the SoCS prompt and started the poem with “First thing.” 🙂 So there was a little bit of preparation for this, but it was accidental preparation. 🙂 Without any further ado…. Continue reading
Day 15 of JusJoJan is themed, “button.” All I could think about was the expression “cute as a button.” My mom used to make photo albums (she still does, usually on the computer, though), and I remember seeing a page from when I was 2 or 3 years old, and I was probably 8 or 9 at the time. On the page was a cutout of a pink button with that phrase next to it.
My very literal, 8-year-old brain was perplexed by that, so I asked my mom, “Why does it say, ‘Cute as a button? Buttons aren’t cute.”
“It’s an expression,” she tried to explain.
Undeterred, I insisted, “But why?????“
I don’t remember how that situation resolved, but my mom certainly had a lot of patience with little Jenna. She may have gotten annoyed at my persistent questions (asking the questions that really matter, hahaha), but at least I was cute. 🙂
This post basically turned into an SoCS-style post, due to the fact that writing a poem about buttons proved impossible for me today. 🙂
Today’s poem is a cherita, inspired by JusJoJan and FOWC: Instead. In a way, this is also a response to Rumi’s well-known poem “The Guest House.” The poem is a good reminder, even though I don’t always want to hear it. Sometimes I feel like screaming, “But I don’t want any guests!!!” Without any further ado…. Continue reading
Drink in the heady mix of this moment,
Entirely yours for an instant:
Let come whatever may, though
Intention always consists of
Gladness, in whatever form to find
Happiness, for this thin slice of
Today is the 11th day of JusJoJan, and the prompt is “Letter,” which is easy to write about because every post is made up of letters. 🙂 I have started several more poems today than I have finished. Many letters have a line but no stanza, and some stanzas stand alone, without a poem. Maybe I could write a poem about that.
How many of us are filled to the brim,
Fatigued from fate’s capricious whims?
How many feel like their blood boils,
Are disappointed, despite their toils?
A cold glass of water, with crushed ice,
Then a generous glass of wine, would be nice.
Maybe instead of only saying “Cheese,”
We can eat some with delicacies.
The sky is the limit:
A bit too close to
The sun for Icarus,
Almost to the clouds for
Those who built Babel’s tower —
Their efforts are dead
Or utterly cast down.
Those fools! I understand
Their quest for truth,
And a crown, and power.