I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
Maya Angelou
Many thanks to my friends and to all those who have made me feel loved and valued. ❤ Linked with One-Liner Wednesday / JusJoJan.
Today’s prompt for JusJoJan is “friendship.” It’s apropos, since I spent time with 2 friends and their family today (they are sisters). Aside from going to Mass, due to unforeseen circumstances, I ended up spending a few hours at their house. The circumstances are not so positive, but I do think everything works out for the best. At the very least, we are all happy that we got to spend time with each other and have a good lunch, play chess, and do other fun activities. Being away from my own home and with people almost all day, I was not able to write much, let alone any shareable poems.
After today, both of them will be returning to college / where they work (they came back to their parents’ house for Christmas and New Year’s Day). We might not see each other for 5 months or so, but our friendship can be nurtured by texts and phone calls, and I’m pretty good about picking up where I left off with people. Once I’m your friend, it’s difficult to not be my friend anymore. 🙂
I decided to write a haiku for Ronovan Writes’ haiku challenge. Follow the link for details.
Even should we break
Let us work to mend all wounds
Stitching them with love
It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to be sad and happy at the same time. It’s okay to have your heart hurting while another’s is bursting with joy.
I’m writing this for a friend. That friend is me. That friend would probably want to die, if not for the psychiatric meds that keep her alive. The only present she wants is love and to feel special, but that can’t be bought or fit under the tree. She wants to be worth a diamond ring to somebody.
Her heart hurts, when she wishes she was happy, and that has to be okay.
This micropoem was inspired by this six-word story prompt. I just realized that it was the prompt from last week but will share anyway.
Purest love need not be reciprocated, Despite pain it feels when spurned -- Love gives of itself, never ending.
I wrote 5 poems today, which isn’t a bad number, but the poems themselves might be. 🙂 It might be fun to participate in some sort of poetry workshop — as long as no one would mercilessly rip my creations to shreds.
This poem form is called a Marianne for some reason. It was inspired in part by today’s Gospel passage.
Holding your hand —
I miss how strong it felt.
But that is not my promised land,
That house is built
On sand.
I’ve written some Halloween / scary-themed poems today, but the one I am sharing is much more light-hearted. 😊 It is a Septanelle for FOWC: Harmony and MVB: Delighted. Thanks to Paula Light for, through one of her blog posts, introducing me to the Septanelle form.
A loving heart, Delight from the inside: Love reminds that no one is far apart And does not hide But more it longs to give, In harmony it helps us all to live, Forgive, restart.
Yesterday I mentioned having written a quadrille for DVerse’s prompt, and today I wrote a better one, which is the one I am sharing. The word of the week is bell.
Bells, signifying the end and the beginning
Of class, students as hundreds or thousands of
Pavlov's dogs showing their conditioning;
Bells, ringing out to celebrate holidays
Or weddings, promises of love and peace;
Somber ones for funerals
Bells, signifying the end and the beginning
Beautiful winter scene, Idyllic, ideal Inside of a snow globe Shattered, is not real. Windows bedecked with lights, Blanket of snow did fall, Now the glass is shattered You barely care at all.
MVB Prompt: Snow Globe brought back memories. My ex and I liked to do jigsaw puzzles, and one was of a beautiful, wintry Christmas scene inside of a snow globe.
I do miss him, and I can’t just “get over” him because any love worthy of the name does not simply end. On the other hand, it’s like he doesn’t care at all. Apparently, his mom didn’t like me, and that’s all that matters; he’s too afraid or apathetic to do anything about it. Truly, either he’s a mama’s boy, or she’s a nightmare, or both. Either way, it doesn’t help me feel better emotionally. Even if I could get somebody better, I don’t exactly want anyone better right now. Thanks for reading my little rant.
This week I am back to the Tuesday night Sijo (completely forgot about it last week). This week’s theme is movies.
I discovered a piece of real love, a precious priceless jewel:
Not like in the movies, with butterflies and fluttery feelings
But like discovering there is bedrock underneath your feet.
So much nothing thrown between The lull and the rising. The Hunter's Moon seeks through Space for us. Give it time. Give this room to be broken, Surrounded by mute shadows.
This is for this wordle at The Sunday Whirl. It is a weekly prompt that I usually respond to but rarely post for. The “Hunter’s Moon” is the full moon in October, which happens to be happening tomorrow.
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