The word for today’s FOWC: Moratorium, brought back memories. When I was in fifth grade, I took part in a spelling bee for my school district, and I won fourth place. The word that I misspelled was “moratorium,” which was an unfamiliar word to me and which I spelled with an I rather than an a. I guess you could say that, after I misspelled that word, there was a moratorium on spelling bee competitions for me. 🙂 At least until the next year, which I won.
It’s the second-to-last day of February, so what I’m loving today is…have I said “writing poems” yet? I love writing poems and wrote 9 today (of dubious merit).
This was inspired by Writing Wednesday, for which the prompt word is “master,” and also this prompt about joy. On this 25th day of February, I am loving those days when you are joyful for no particular reason! I did see a butterfly in the afternoon, which is a plus. 🙂 This is just a quatrain, but I am decently happy with it.
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.
A décima for this week’s challenge:STEAL in the B rhyme spot. I wrote this one yesterday, on Valentine’s Day. I honestly thought that I would feel at least moderately sad yesterday, but it was actually one of the happiest days in a while. 🙂
Linda Kruschke has a wonderful poetry prompt for us this week: writing a ghazal using paint chips! I love, love, LOVE ghazals so was overjoyed to read this prompt on Friday. I not only used a paint chip for the repeating part at the end of each couplet but also used a few others interspersed among the 5 couplets. Linked also with the Writers’ Pantry at PSU.
Above all, I wanted to just post something today. Yesterday I didn’t post anything and hardly wrote anything, either. Until about 8 p.m., I had only written one poem, and the good news about that is, by the time I went to sleep, I had written another 3 poems in my notebook. Their quality, however, is dubious and most likely below average.This is my second poem of today. Let’s see if I have any luck in following this mysterious and winding stream.
Those days that I love the most
Are the ones when I am least aware
Of my own thoughts. No reason to boast
Or be ashamed, I am simply there.
I am playing music at piano keys,
Or writing poems by hand in ink.
Perhaps I feel not aloft on the breeze,
Neither do I in dark depths sink.
I am spending time in the presence
Of those I love, and Love itself,
My very being exists as intense
Creative force, which is my wealth.
The romance needed is Divine,
This is the spirit’s deepest cry:
Community in Trinity,
Maker of all, to unify.
That’s not to say of no account
Is the physical, nor those needs.
The welfare of humanity
Must keep in mind what truly feeds.
I wrote this poem after Mass today. That’s one thing I am loving: We can now go to church inside the church building. Despite the continued requirement of face masks and distancing, that is very good news! As important as physical health is, I find my mental health especially suffering during this time, and being in the church fills up my soul!
Draw a simple chart:
Pros in one column
Cons in the opposite,
Yet warring in the brain.
The pros are numerous:
Rising like tiny
Bubbles in a glass
Of champagne —
Of the cons carries
Today I’m loving my rosary and the online group I pray with. That has nothing to do with the poem, but it is what stopped me from going to bed at 3 in the afternoon — that’s what time we pray in the group.