It’s Flashback Friday! It also happens to be the feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus in the Catholic Church. 🙂 Usually this date, June 24th, celebrates the birth of St. John the Baptist, so that’s what this poem, written exactly 3 years ago, is about. It’s in a form called a Rhyming Wave and is kind of funny. 🙂
Saint John the Baptist was a quirky man,
A quirky, quirky, quirky man,
He acted strongly in God’s plan,
He acted zealously.
He said, “Greater comes after me,
Comes after, after, after me,”
He dined on locusts with honey,
He dined in wilderness.
John the Baptist was a quirky man,
He dined in wilderness.
All week I’ve had a vague idea of what I wanted to write in response to FFFC #173 and WDYS #138, and this morning I wrote this cherita for it. This is based on reality. 🙂 As a kid I would go camping once a year or so, but it wasn’t my favorite vacation, especially since I hated nighttime.
She likes the great outdoors, but camping
Isn’t her thing; and, unable to swim well, She feels a bit sick and nervous in small boats.
If she must be dragged camping, she might Go hiking, but she prefers to find adventures Within pages, of the novels she escapes in.
For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I have a poem from June 17th, 2019 (still exploring that particular poetry notebook). It turns out that this was a Quadrille, a 44-word poem, so I might have posted it the day it was written. if it was a response to a DVerse Quadrille Monday. Also linking to FOWC: Possible.
Shall I fret if the future is in mist?
Is the path happy even without seeing?
Can someone guide, grasping gently my wrist,
Pulling me forward, when I am hesitating?
Shall the guide leave, possibly as a surprise?
Is there mist in my eyes?
I looked through my photos from my first year of college, when I lived on campus and when I used to take photos of the flowers all the time, any time of the day. Looking back, I see that I had a lot of fun giving them creative titles, and also probably never deleted a single one!
Unfortunately, I’m having trouble uploading any more photos. There were 2 more that I wanted to share. Here is a little poem I just wrote:
Keep? Vanish The petals, The day and night, Memory is left — Looking at these, We can be Happy Still.
The future is far from my favorite topic, but that’s where we’re supposed to draw our inspiration from for Ronovan Writes’s Sijo prompt this week. I hate how far I am from where I thought I would be at this point… and at the same time, I think maybe my younger self was naïve. Not to mention, no one expected all the craziness of the past few years!
Married with 3 kids by 26, being a teacher,
Maybe even a published author — that obviously
Did not happen according to plan from hopeful 12-year-old Me.
It’s a day late for Fandango’s Flashback Friday, so here I am with “See-it-again Saturday.” 🙂 This time I skimmed through my archives for past Junes, especially for poems written around this same date (June 10th or 11th). I found several good ones, if I can say so myself. This chance to go back and read poems that I’ve forgotten about is quite welcome!I hope you enjoy reading. 😀
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
— John 1:5
Words might be hurtful,
And rejection, might be mine,
But my God redeems it,
Et lux in tenebris lucet.
Will my friends abandon me,
In this Gethsemane?
But God gets me through it,
Et lux in tenebris lucet.
Amidst mean words,
I seek my Shepherd:
My lamp is lit,
Et lux in tenebris lucet.
Lastly, I wanted to link to this poem here, titled “Water Is Dry,” which I found intriguing.
I have an older poem, even though it’s not Flashback Friday. Today, I was listening to this song, linked by Andrea, and it brought back memories. I’d never heard that guy singing it, but I like the song, and I remembered that I had written a poem about the song on 12/23/2021. So I thought it would be appropriate to share it; thankfully, it was not in one of the poetry notebooks that I gave to my friends, as I wasn’t sure.
“Revisiting ‘River'” (12/23/2021)
Here I am, listening again
"I wish I had a river, I could skate away on" --
Not so sad as I was in the past, but
"I wish I had a river, I could skate away on."
That feeling is only momentarily gone
Not sure if it will last 'til Christmas dawn,
Not sure when it comes or goes, or why --
"I'd teach my feet to fly;"
On that river I can skate away on --
Notes of music flowing on and on.
For DVerse’s Haibun Monday today, we are considering summer. I have been thinking lately that the summer season really should start before the summer solstice, maybe on June 1st. 🙂
I remember the excitement of mid-June: class parties, signing yearbooks, summer break coming soon. Family vacations we used to take, big birthday parties with cake and other celebrations, Fourth-of-July fireworks. Completely carefree days. And then, the dread of another August ending.
remember those days,
summertime the pinnacle
of kids' existence
Today I’m participating in E. M.’s Sunday Ramble. It’s a nice topic and also fits well with other prompted words. 🙂 This week’s topic is “Childhood Memories.”
What is your first good memory from your childhood?(If this is a trigger question for you, tell me how your day is and what the best thing is about today.)
Probably on my 7th birthday, when I received a Gameboy from my grandma. 😆 It was purple — my favorite color at the time — and she also bought Pokémon Blue version. My twin brother received a green Gameboy and Pokémon Red version from her.
Name 3 things that you loved when you were just a youngster?
Play-Doh! Stickers! I also had a blast playing with makeup, especially with my friends, which is hilarious because I don’t wear any makeup now.
What did you dislike, or even hate, when you were growing up?
Hmm… I hated (and still hate) drinking milk and eating melted cheese. I loved pizza but would take all the cheese off. 🤣 I still don’t like when something has a lot of cheese, but I eat pizza like a normal person now.
If you could go give your younger self one piece of advice, what would you tell them?
I would blast my younger self with the message, “Your personality is different, not wrong.” I’m an INFJ, so I have always been very “sensitive” and intuitive. Growing up, many aspects of my personality were looked down upon in my family. I still have a bunch of baggage, NGL, but now I actually like how I am and don’t really want to be that different (as long as I stay sane haha).
What kind of celebrations did you enjoy when you were little, and do you still like those celebrations now that you are grown?
I liked Christmas and my birthday a lot growing up (what kid doesn’t?). I still like Christmas, but it’s awkward now because I’m a Catholic, and the rest of my family aren’t even Christian in any meaningful way. My brothers are atheists, and I lived with my parents for 20 years before I found out that they considered themselves Christian, so there you go.
As for my birthday, I no longer like it. In fact, I have had a crisis around my birthday for the past few years, and this year is no exception. 😭 It’s coming… *cue Jaws theme music*
Bonus Question: What commercial did you always wait for to come on television as a child? (If you didn’t like commercials or television, what event did you wait for to come about when you were a kid?“
I don’t remember liking any commercials. However, my brothers and I watched a ton of them because our family didn’t have a TiVo or anything yet. I remember wanting SO MANY toys, thanks to these commercials! I’m glad that my parents did not give in to most of my whining. 🙂