Hopes Gleam / New Dreams

This is for Ronovan Writes’s décima challenge this week (shockingly 🙂 ). I started it 2 days ago but only finished it 2 minutes ago.


Ten years ago expansive dreams
Existed for my future plans,
And I believed that my two hands
Could grab them. How wrong that now seems.

In childhood I saw hopes gleam
And thought them gold. But what a shock
When they were pyrite: foolish rock.
Somewhere there still might be a stone
To find, a gem, not one alone —
Maybe next time I take a walk.

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Juxtaposition

This senryu is for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry prompt for the week (on the last day), which includes the concept of juxtaposition, which is putting contrasting images next to each other. I wanted to write something longer and possibly less morbid, but here is my response. In fact, I had a wonderful day, so the grim metaphor in this poem itself makes an  interesting juxtaposition with my real life. Continue reading

Storm Clouds

For today’s Weekly Scribblings at PSU, we are using the idea of a troubled relationship, and for Writing Wednesday, the prompt word is “redirected.” Magaly kind of joked about this, but my “troubled relationship” today is with the weather. I am spoiled lucky enough to live in Southern California, so there’s little to complain about the weather here, but dark / rainy days are hard for me, anyway.There are other troubled relationships I could write about, but let’s not go there today. 🙂

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Spark

This quadrille, containing the word “swift,” is for DVerse (a day late) and for FOWC: Spark (on time).


One spark alights, on grass and kindling dry
One spark ignites, swiftly all its surroundings
One spark lights, a fallen Lucifer
In the inky night, flinging open a portal
To hell, as flames leap up where
One spark fell.

Be careful, playing with matches.

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Go Where?

Once again, it is Quadrille Monday , and we are Going… Going… Gone Poeming. This is also for FOWC: Particular.

Such a warm and sunny day,
Yet stuck at home
With nowhere in particular to go,
What to do with this time, but bide?
Where is life’s map
I was supposed to follow?
I dropped it long ago,
Now we’ve all walked farther away.

Also, I have really fallen off the wagon for Paula’s February Love Me challenge, but here is what I am loving today: the sun, especially getting to, finally, read outside again in my back  yard. It had been a while. 

Yes to Love

This is for JusJoJan day 26. The word is “shutter,” and the poem’s catalyst was my women’s group this morning. As much as I miss meeting in person, I’m grateful for Zoom because we can still meet (especially because almost everyone in my women’s group is grandmother-age). Anyway, today we had a storyteller come to speak with us. She has “attended” our group several times now, and her stories are unique and often like fairy-tales, but their themes connect with the spiritual life. This is the poem that I wrote.


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