Today for Quadrille Monday, the prompt word is “ash.” I wrote this as a cherita, too, since it happened to work that way.
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Life
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.”
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.
Again?
For MVB: Cruel, it was pretty easy to write something this morning. I wanted to wait to post until I had something a little more optimistic, but that doesn’t seem to be happening right now. Hoping to post something else later for other challenges, like Linda’s and / or Brian’s. 🙂
Branches Grow
I wasn’t going to write for Prosery at DVerse, but having seen that the line was from T.S. Eliot, I was interested. This week’s line is from The Waste Land: “What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?”
Words as a Weapon
I decided to join in One-Liner Wednesday this week, and here is mine:
My pen is a sword which keeps the monsters at bay.
Sometimes Clowns are Scary
These two poems are for MVB: Clown and FOWC: Episode, respectively. I put them into one post because they are both free-verse and really short.
Painted on-face,
Fake rosy cheeks,
Exaggerated happiness —
Most people’s masks
Are not so obvious.
Sestina: Springtime
It’s that time of week again: Paint-Chip Poetry at the last minute! This week, Linda is challenging us to write a Sestina, a word that strikes fear into poets everywhere 😳 (or maybe just me). I have finished only 2 sestinas in my entire life, and I actually liked one of them! I meant to start this poem earlier, but all I did was look at the paint chips:
Cherita: When You Have Writer’s Block but It’s About Your Life
In my twenties I am still a novice at life.
It’s certainly not the composition I’d imagined
When I was a little kid, naive and not so broken.
Give me a hint as to how to have more to show,
Other than writing a million poems with countless rhymes,
While trying to take it one day at a time.
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. 🙂
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
