Searching

This is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS; the prompt word is “where.”


Where is the map?
The map which shows where to go,
Where to go now,
Now that the world is upside-down?

Down go the emotions,
Emotions as volatile as the world unpredictable

Has become — where is this map
Map that no one has?

Uncomfortable Truth

For FOWC: Macabre.


“Memento Mori” isn’t always too macabre
But it is truth we’d rather not touch.
A stack of books with skull atop
Reminds that one will never read so much,
And what’s the use if knowledge isn’t used?
“Memento Mori” means we’re not confused
About all of mankind’s eventual end,
Nor the type of life to which we ought to tend.

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The Follower

I wasn’t going to post this, but what the heck; here is my response to the MVB prompt: Follower.
Note: in the poem I say “4 or 6 weeks” — that’s the amount of time between severe depressive symptoms. The milder yet no less discouraging (sometimes devastating) symptoms happen 5 or 6 days a week for me. That’s not to say every moment of those harder days is terrible; I often have sincere gratitude for several things by the time the day is over. But it’s really hard, if I’m being honest.
Anyway, on to the poem! This is free-verse.


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Ode to My Old Phone

Inspired by FOWC: Blunt, my vivid blog prompt: Precious, and the fact that I had to get a new phone the other day.


Faithfully serving for over six years,
Needing a new one almost brings tears.

Though to be blunt it was certainly dying,
It was equally such a precious thing.

We had been through so much together,
The camera snapping memories; whether

Or not I wish, an upgrade is necessary,
A new cell phone, more memories to carry.

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

Time in the Underworld

For DVerse Poetics, we are challenged to use the myth of Persephone as inspiration for a new poem. I am also making a pingback to ChelleBee’s daily prompt, because the word is “pingback.” 🙂


Soon Persephone is leaving
Demeter, mother in mourning,
Let it be
Winter
As long as you need.

One mistake so long-lasting
Ruby-red pomegranate seeds deceiving:
Let the leaves
Brittlely
Lament Hades’ greed.

Persephone, too, is unhappy
Caught in this cycle unwillingly:
Let it be
Springtime,
Soon, briefly freed.

withered leaves photo
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I Think of “Flash Crimson” Again

For DVerse Poetics, we are using proverbs as inspiration for a poem. I really wanted to write a poem about having one’s cake and eating it too…
but the proverb I ended up choosing was, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” I actually wrote this poem about 6 months ago but don’t think I’ve ever posted it, so here you go. Please read “Flash Crimson” by Carl Sandburg, which, aside from that proverb, also inspired this poem.

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