When your dinner inspires a poem, you might have a problem. 🙂 However, it’s the kind of problem that I love to have. In April I have set the goal to post a poem every day, so this is the one I’ve chosen to share today.
Like the ribs that I’ve been eating —
Side of life that others don’t see,
Façade behind which heart’s beating —
Recall, my dear, all hide something
This poem was inspired by the Weekly Scribblings about trees and also FOWC: Air. I am not sure if this poem is finished (does anyone else get that feeling that, sometimes, the poem might have more to say?), but this is what I have currently.
How beautiful is every tree, There is delight in different leaves Of varying forms and sizes, even one With a tall and leaning trunk —
The air is fresh and clean, clearing Old thoughts, and memories healing.
This week’s paint-chip poetry prompt is a free-write, with only three paint chips: heirloom tomato, stepping stone, and grandma’s hydrangeas. I wrote this poem as a response and also inspired by this prompt about weather.
Linda G. Hill’s SoCS prompt today is “day/week/month/year,” and she also invites us to write about our past year, SoCS-style or not, due to the one-year anniversary of this pandemic being declared. Regular readers of my blog probably already know how this pandemic (and especially the government’s response to it) has affected me. How to describe this past year, besides “crazy” and “surreal?” It was and still is especially hard for me because March 14 and 17 have been significant anniversaries in my life for years, and so all of that together is… However, I acknowledge certain amazing things, particularly an online prayer community, which would not have happened without this pandemic and the lockdowns!Continue reading →
This décima is for Ronovan’s weekly challenge. This time, we are to use the word KNOT in one of the D rhyme spots. I finally came up with one that I think is good!
Some events, though past, are painful:
Still alive inside the mind’s maze,
Still unkind and more than a phase,
Too much joy they already stole.
No matter what happens, I’m whole,
And when the past comes whispering,
There is a place for forgiving.
Events that had caused such a knot
In me, by now have been forgot,
Or at least they have lost their sting.
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).
For Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry prompt, I have written this poem. I’m not sure if it counts as an idyll, but I did use a lot of imagery of nature, and it certainly counts as a paint-chip poem. 🙂