Stream-of-Consciousness Sunday

This poem was inspired by yesterday’s SoCS, but I didn’t write it until today. It surprises me how difficult it seemed to write a post starting with the word, “If.”Β 


If none of this Covid stuff ever happened,
If fear didn’t let it get out of proportion,
Maybe I wouldn’t feel hopeless so often.

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The Storms

This is an old poem, posted for Brian’s prompt, “Slam.” He challenges us to write something that “could be delivered as spoken word, maybe even at a poetry slam.” I wrote this poem on April 3, 2019, at a weeklong Christian conference after studying part of the book of Mark. Later in the week, there was an open-mic, where anyone could share anything, and at the last minute (literally, during the event), I decided to sign up and share this poem. Although I am still a novice at poem-writing and was even more so then, my poem was quite well-received. πŸ™‚

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Closeness of Friends

Today’s SoCS prompt is near / far. The very first thing I thought about when I read that was the theme song from the Titanic movie, but I was not going to write about that, so here is the haibun that went through my brain this evening (haibuns fit really well with this stream-of-consciousness writing, in general).


I feel close to my online friends, even though they’re far away. Whether they live on the other side of the ocean or in the next state, we “see” each other through computer screens and user names. Yet we share our real worries, and we pray together, taking time to celebrate friendship and victories.

On the other hand, on the other side of my house are people I often feel most far-away from.

deep virtual bonds
easing pain of loneliness —
alleviated

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