May Your presence be our peace,
Tree of life, the cross.
Life is not of trials free,
Here love leads to loss.
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Loss
Nature Lives Here Now
My response to MLMM’s photo challenge #393, also for MVB: Listen, is a free-verse poem (I guess).
The Places We Have Passed
For FOWC: Spot and MVB: Road. I am also linking to the Friday Writings (on a Sunday). The prompt is optional, yet this happens to relate tangentially because of the pain of loss. This poem was written while thinking of those people who affected my life in a hugely positive way, yet who are no longer a large part of my life. It’s horribly painful when friends grow apart, even if there’s not a particular reason for it, other than lives diverging. Anyway, without further ado… Continue reading
6-Word Sad Stories
i.
Hindsight is 20/20:
2020 was tragic.
ii.
So much squandered time,
livelihoods, lives.
6-Word Story prompt: Tragic. Linked with MVB: Hindsight and FOWC: Squander. Soon I’m going to write something that’s not sad. It’s not good to be stuck in the past, but it’s hard not to be.
The Wave: A Haibun from 2017
For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I have a haibun that I wrote almost 4 whole years ago, on November 27, 2017. Looking at the poems on the surrounding pages of this old journal, I noticed that I had written a lot about “the world’s great need.” That phrase must have really stuck with me. That was 4 years ago. Just wait, Past Jenna; just wait. 
I’m starting to collect sevenlings
Another sevenling, this time for Brian’s prompt about collecting. Ron is probably the king of sevenlings, and he is right: they are addicting.
Not All About You
A décima for this week’s challenge (I’m not procrastinating) as well as for last week’s (I procrastinated too much). Also for FOWC: Ungainly and yesterday’s one-word challenge, too.
Untitled
Inspired in part by FOWC: Sold. These didn’t feel complete on their own. They seem to be part 1 and part 2 of one poem.
i.
There is a vise-like grip
on my intestines,
Grabbing and twisting, soul
from body ripping.
ii.
How Judas is hated for having
sold Jesus
For silver — thirty pieces —
but I — I
Have betrayed Him for much
less.
Unceasingly
The blog Francis the Frenchie has a daily triolet prompt (as well as a daily phrase challenge), and this triolet is written using today’s word, sharp. Side note: the whole blog is pretty cute, especially if you like dogs. 🙂
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