Renewed Sight

For Ronovan’s dĂ©cima challenge for this week, before he releases a new one tomorrow. My thoughts are turning rather bright today. 🙂


What a present of renewed sight,
A gift to find that hopes aren’t dead
Nor quashed; slowly yet surely led
Back into the morningtime bright!

Being itself feels much more light,
Worrying about so much less.
Remember this for happiness:
Life can be far from the zenith
And be positive, looked at with
Wonder and depth, and openness.

It’s Sunny Outside the Pit

I wrote this dĂ©cima for this week’s challenge: Sunny. I also used the word from last week because I had forgotten to post anything for that one. Also linked to MVB: Temptation.


When tempted to think woefully,
When stuck too long inside the brain
With thoughts a scary maze, sans gain —
Look outside. The day is sunny.

This day has opportunities
That might be hard to see. Never
Stop trying, although worries spur
Paralysis — stuck in a pit.
Stuck in a maze? Ways out of it
Exist. Some happy days concur.

A Shining Opportunity

Today I had the welcome opportunity to go to a cafĂ© again and write poems. That brings my total for today to 9 poems so far, although their artistic merit is dubious. DVerse introduced me / everyone to a new poetry form: the ZĂ©jel. It sounded like fun, and it was. This is just a beginning, though, because I think it needs at least 1 or 2 more quatrains. As an added challenge, I used Linda’s paint chips and her simile prompt to help me come up with a topic for my zĂ©jel. The paint chips did not easily suggest a topic, but I figured, “When in doubt, write about Jesus.” LOL I’m glad to have gotten this opportunity to try a new form (and to smash together 4 prompts in one post).


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Burning

A poem in couplets for MVB: Lamp and FOWC: Combination, linked up with DVerse’s open-link night.


Arise, O lamp of dawn,
And let the night be gone!

How quickly the night fell,
That force-fed taste of Hell.

How dark the dead of night;
How dead one leaves that fight.

A combination of
Sleeplessness, dearth of love

Makes one almost give up,
Fumbling salvation’s cup —

Until the sun returns:
Yet how these trials burn!

A Faraway Place

This week, we are slanting the paint chips, and I also responded to this prompt, “More than just a place.” Maybe it’s a stretch, but I think it suffices. Also, I did not exclusively use slant rhymes but tried to incorporate a few, whether within lines or at the end of them.


The moon is more than a faraway place,
She among the stars is like a beacon
In a foggy harbor: a kind face she can
Offer. A muse she can provide, kinder
Than Poe’s raven, making the mind more open.

Her presence gives nourishment; she is rocky
So she understands. Sans wheat fields
She yields soul-food, remembering what’s good.
Sometimes she even sends a moonstone,
Reminding the lonely they’re not the only one.

To and From the Stars

So much is happening these days,
I need a ride in a spaceship,
Or some other faraway trip,
To escape this frenetic craze.

What’s needed now? To turn my gaze
Upon what’s beautiful and bright:
Even right here, there is the sight
Of stars, burning brightly from far
Away, a light which is not marred
By difficulties from this fight.

A dĂ©cima for this week’s challenge and also linked to FOWC: Frenetic. I forced myself to try to write a more positive ending to this poem. Key word is “try.”

Flashback Friday: Grant Us Peace

For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I am sharing a haibun that I wrote 3 years ago, since August 6th is both the anniversary of the dropping of the atomic bomb on Hiroshima, Japan, and it is the feast of the Transfiguration, when Jesus goes up on a mountain with Peter, James, and John and is “transfigured” so that they are briefly able to see Jesus’s divinity revealed. The original post is here.


In an island nation in the Pacific, a city is transfigured in a flash of light — complete destruction in an instant.

On a mountain in the Middle East, Jesus is transfigured in a flash of light — our hope of glory and eternal life.

Oh God, transfigure hearts — that we may find and bring peace.

Change may come slowly:
Tiny blossoms’ aroma,
While snowfall lingers