For the Weekly Scribblings at Poets and Storytellers United, our theme is “the things you learned to love because you loved someone else.” I wrote a sevenling. This was a really enjoyable prompt, and writing the poem helped me to reframe something that had been more painful. It really fits with Thanksgiving Day today. Continue reading →
Left to dissolve to nothing,
Life is a vapor quickly
Leaving almost no traces.
Leaves tumble from autumn trees
Listless, dead in whisp’ring wind,
Lethe takes memories — so
Light from stars must say goodbye.
I wasn’t going to post this, but here it is: an attempt at flash-fiction for FFFC #92. The image is below. I am also sharing this with the Writers’ Pantry.
Side note: I just realized that I have been writing and posting about space a lot lately. Continue reading →
My attempt at a Jisei (Japanese death poem) for DVerse MTB. I’m not sure if I did this correctly; I did not use a haikai form but still tried to give it the same style as one. I’m also linking this to MLMM’s Tale Weaver, which is about beginnings. This was inspired by an actual experience I had yesterday, not that I literally saw a ghost, but it felt like it, in a way. Continue reading →
Journaling is such a wonderful practice for me. I first started journaling since I could write — well, even before I could write, to be honest, because the Y’s were backwards. I was 5 years old. I have written in my journal every day sine December of 2007, so almost 13 years! Honestly, there’s so much that goes on in my brain that daily journaling has probably saved my life. Sometimes I wonder why I do it, since will anyone read my journals? (I hope not!) Even I only occasionally go back and read my journals, and I have dozens of them. They take up a ton of space in my closet. Continue reading →
It’s time for DVerse Quadrille again! These prompts are usually magnetic to ideas, especially today’s. 🙂 I wasn’t going to post this, but I don’t have a better idea. Some people have much more of an influence than they think, even more than you might think. This is also shared with the Writers’ Pantry.
Did you know, Although it has been twelve years, The thought of you is magnetic To me? We are closer in your death Than in life we ever were. What if it had been me? Did you know, The void continues to call me?
Eventually for all of us, this Ubiquitous ceasing of earthly Life arrives — what is left behind? One’s family, friends, one’s love, Good memories and a gracious state: Yesterday’s gone; what words live today?
I am transported back to the lunch table,
The innocence of elementary school friendships;
And the sun which now shines on me witnesses
This hit of intense nostalgia-bliss:
Taste of sticky-sweet and I am somehow free,
All else that surrounds me is extraneous.
Extracting happiness from the memory,
Sensing a stable, never-gone presence.
Good things happen when I eat lunch outside, I guess! Inspiration is found in the most random places. Linked with FOWC: Extraneous.