Not Long Mine

I'm glad I loved you while I could,
Although you weren't long mine to hold,
Spring rain to sun to winter-cold
In May, with much more left to say. 

Although you will not hear it all
I'm glad to've loved you while I could, 
And tears do not mean bitterness 
Except unto myself, my dear.

To have inspired such poetry 
Is quite a feat, and much of it.
I'm glad I loved you while I could,
Even if you deserved it not. 

I thought you always would be there
Mon Cher, how foolish and naive 
I should have known. Although I grieve
I'm glad I loved you while I could. 

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For DVerse, we are writing quaterns, a French poetry form. I am also linking to Thursday Inspiration, since the theme is hold. Comments are appreciated. I know I didn’t put a lot of imagery in this, but I’ve just got to write my feelings, or I might literally die. 

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Young Girl Writing…

I have a sijo on Monday for you this time! This week’s sijo theme is ART. I was inspired by the painting “Young Girl Writing a Love Letter” by Pietro Antonio Rotari, a print of which I have framed in my room. 

Look at her daydreaming  lovesick look on her pretty face,
Blush-pink cheek resting upon her left hand, feather-quill in her right --
I will not ruin her reverie, with a cynical ending

Ephemeral

I wish he could stick around.
Our time together was ephemeral,
When I thought it might last a lifetime.
We shared so much music,
Yet our own duet lasted only
A few breaths.
Spring died directly into winter,
As the world seemed upside-down.

For SOCS: Stick, MVB: Duet, and Weekend Writing Prompt.

A Question

Fandango’s response to Jim Adams’s Thursday Inspiration prompt used the above picture, and it punched me in the gut. That inspired me to immediately post the following poem, which I did not write today but did write yesterday. I am much more than moderately sad but am actually doing better than the last few days. Sharing with DVerse OLN this week.

Did you truly love me,
Or did you just love
How I made you feel?

I found out through tears
That I truly love you, 
Irrespective of your answer.

I am a broken shell
Missing the sounds
Of the ocean

Affliction

For One-Liner Wednesday, I have a Bible verse and a poem to go with it.

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Every tear
Is agony when love
Is unrequited, turns one-sided.

Every tear 
Is grief for what could be,
Is pain that the happiness has passed.

Every tear
Is worth its weight in gold,
Because suffering is not wasted.

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For this slight momentary affliction is preparing us for an eternal weight of glory beyond all measure, because we look not at what can be seen but at what cannot be seen; for what can be seen is temporary, but what cannot be seen is eternal.

2 Corinthians 4:17-18 (NRSVCE)

Overjoyed!

For this weekend’s Stream-of-Consciousness Saturday, which I’m writing on Sunday, the prompt is to use a word that starts with “over.”

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Overjoyed
When I see you again,
That face which I find so beautiful

Overjoyed
As I warmly embrace
This lovely person who is precious

Happiness
Of being together,
Even after only days apart

Three Words

I love you
More than words can say;
I want to try reminding
You each day, each short phrase repeating
Has meaning.

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Unexpectedly, I actually checked prompts today and read some blog posts from fellow writers. Sorry that I have been so remiss with that during the past month! They did inspire a poem, but I am still working on it, so here is a type of cinquain for now. Cinquains and other forms of syllabic poetry are prominent in my repertoire, and I write them in my notebook just about every day. 🙂

Identity

A shadorma that I probably wouldn’t share if it weren’t NaPoWriMo, but since it is day 14, here you go!

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who I am:
baptized into Christ
created
uniquely,
to live with love, to be loved
to eternity

It Always Helps

It always helps to have people we love beside us when we have to do difficult things in life.

Fred Rogers

I am currently reading The Good Neighbor: The Life and Work of Fred Rogers, and this quotation is at the beginning of part 1 of the book. Sharing with One-Liner Wednesday.

Bitter Tears

This is for NaPoWriMo day 7 and is inspired by FOWC: Dismay and the fact that today is Good Friday. It is a reminder for today but also for every day of my life.

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truly bitter tears
yet no need for pure dismay —
eagerly await
the space of a couple days
bridged because of patient love