There Are Some Things I Don’t Regret

This was inspired by the current 6-word story prompt, but like I did last time, I wrote 6 lines of 6 words each, in order to make it into a poem. Also for FOWC: Repugnant, MVB: Reread, and the Blogtober prompt about “A Memory.” By the way, I know it’s day 17 of Blogtober, and I’m just now starting to participate, but my motto is “Better late than never.” If you want to hear my thoughts about yesterday’s prompt, too, I can post about that! 🙂


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A Realization

When I refused to eat at my family’s table,
I was refusing the only way my father knew
To show love, feeding him a “Screw you.”

Anger ate me up inside, there was no room
For life, and happiness was crowded out.

Thank God I learned it was okay to take up space.


Not sure about sharing this one, but it’s what I’ve got today. Linked to FOWC: Table.

On This Day

Today, October 7th, is the feast of Our Lady of the Rosary in the Catholic Church. It is also known as Our Lady of Victory (which — fun fact! — is the name of the parish I went to when I went to Hawaii with my family a couple of years ago). The name comes from the commemoration of the Battle of Lepanto, which took place on this day in 1571. The Christian forces won the battle through the intercession of Jesus’s mother, Mary, through the fervent prayer of the rosary. Click here to read more about it.

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Flashback Friday: Nocturna

For Fandango’s “Flashback Friday,” I found a few different poems on my blog written on September 24th of past years. There are actually 3 of them that I liked (out of 5, I think). The one I’m reposting is this one because I appreciated being reminded of the “Nocturna” form. I recommend that you browse the archives of my blog and read the others, but I won’t lecture you about it. 🙂


low angle photography of full moon under silhouette of tall trees
Photo by Tom Fisk on Pexels.com

What am I doing up at midnight?

What is this haunting raven for?

I wish she’d raged against the dying of her light —

My maiden beautiful and fair,

My maiden lost too soon, Lenore,

Whose memory is ever there

In the bleakness of December snows,

Amidst my tomes of forgotten lore,

“Nevermore,” the raven croaks — he knows! he knows!

The Moonlike Bubble-Egg

This poem is more like a story with line breaks. Anyway, it’s inspired by this picture, by Angela Kelly and found via MLMM’s Photo Challenge #383:

Wielding a magic wand and a bottle of bubble soap,
She blew: most bubbles floated on but one
Froze, on a bed of snowdrops. Under the sun
Its pearlescent orb shone like the moon,
While sun’s rays slowly found their way underneath.
The bubble cracked, the little girl cried —
But it became an egg, fertile as spring, with a new beginning.

Old Film

I wrote this for MLMM’s photo challenge #381, and also for yesterday’s one-word challenge, although it’s too late to link up to it at this point.


No contemporary movies
In this old, abandoned place,
Yet how many stories
Might that light retrace?

Which ghosts of the past
Still fill those rows of seats?
Sans knowing these stories,
Is the present complete?

Photo courtesy of Jonny Joo, One Big Photo.

Ode to a Kaleidoscope

Today’s MVB prompt, kaleidoscope, reminded me of a short poem I wrote a few months ago, about a kaleidoscope that I got in Japan. I still have it. 🙂 I haven’t shared the poem yet, so here it is.


This kaleidoscope is no mere trinket:
This kaleidoscope comes from Japan,
So it brings back memories as I turn
Its cylinder and see psychedelic beauties.
Value subjective, more than the worth of it
This kaleidoscope is a variation of vision.

 

Photo by Fiona Art on Pexels.com

Away from School

Today at DVerse, it is haibun Monday, and the theme is, appropriately, “back to school.” I am happy to be out of school, since even though there were aspects of it that I liked, it would also generate so much anxiety and overwhelm. At the same time, here I am post-college, and there’s still a ton of anxiety and depression, so life’s probably not any better. Anyway, I wasn’t going to post this haibun, but today is one of those days when I probably won’t write anything better, so here you go.

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