I have been relatively MIA this week, still writing but nothing post-worthy, and I have not even looked at any prompts until today. I still don’t feel especially inspired, but because I have been posting so irregularly, I wanted to write something or other. I found MLMM’s Puzzzle This and Sammiscribbles’s weekend writing prompt.
A breathtaking waterfall —
Wish that its beauty
And refreshment
Could be closer to me
I wrote a cherita for FOWC: Hinder, MVB: Melancholy, and MLMM’s Sunday Confessionals. It’s not about a yearning from that long ago, not specifically, but on a deeper level I guess it is about the longing for hope and being deeply loved.
Your melancholy nature does not hinder you from laughing, From leaning over wheezing from so much merriment; and My melancholy nature does not hinder me from finding So much hope in the mere presence of such a man -- When Our eyes meet it is as two hearts are beating in unison; come, Help me find the words to songs heretofore unsung.
This is more of a fragment than a poem, but I’ve decided to share it for MLMM’s current photo challenge (photo credit: Sarah Whiley). This poem, I suppose, is a broken seashell.
Broken people know each other.
You know me, and I know you
And I want to know you
Like a shell knows the ocean,
Like the tide hugs the shore.
This free-verse poem might be kind of weird, but I decided to share it because it was inspired by this week’s Wordle #591 and MLMM’s Sunday Confessionals about symbolic freedom.
Paper airplane, Wings creased firmly, Thrown toward the bright sun Finally released -- In one's vision for a minute Before it becomes a real Airplane, and disappears.
I just jotted this simple cinquain this morning (along with 8 other short poems!). It was inspired by two photo challenges, FFFC #200 and this one at MLMM. It also might count for one-liner Wednesday because it is one sentence with line breaks.
Through caves
And canyon walls,
There is the sky above
Maybe even a bright light from
Within
(Image credit https://unsplash.com/@codyhiscox)
(below: from the Google Next Hub Photo Gallery)
Anxious -- I have seldom felt So restless, Mind fluttering from one Thought to the next Unfocused, More often I am Melancholic, Slow, This isn't funny but It's not so Serious: I don't have To beg God To make It stop Yet.
Not sure if I should share this one, but it fulfilled 2 prompts, FOWC: Beg and MLMM’s Opposing Forces. Maybe it’s not very good, but writing it did help me focus on something and feel a little better.
For MLMM’S Opposing Forces. Quite often, I look back and think things used to be so much better. At the very least, I miss the past, probably too much. Also, at least for me, I feel like my life has stopped for the past 6 or 7 years, like I left myself back there or something.
Please comment if you know what the heck I mean by that.
“Call Me Mara” *
With all my reminisces,
I ought to take a tiny bit of sugar
To sweeten any bitterness of loss;
And like Lot's wife, take
A giant pillar of salt as the cost.
* see Ruth 1:20
I wrote this little poem for MLMM’s photo challenge #439 and for FOWC: Segment.
Photo credit: Lake Burley Griffin, Canberra ACT
Exploring to new, unknown islands, Across dark water under cloudy sky: Even the trees do not look green, As everything seems shadowy -- But keep on going, in your yellow boat, This is one segment of your journey.
Possibly the first time I have ever publicly responded to MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Same Same, but Different. We are given a list of 5 words and are asked to use synonyms. Follow the link for more info. This was one of my 11 poems written yesterday.
I am God's plaything, partnering
unwillingly with Loss, as Time
flies by, wearing fleet-footed Mercury's
sandals -- yet the fire of Life
does not die quickly
Enough.
But I love so much.
Don't ever hurry past the greenery,
Nor the moon, nor winged things of beauty.
I. It's nighttime, and I Am in the back seat -- Suddenly realize there is no Driver. How is this thing Going? How are we not Crashing? And where Is the destination? ii. It's daytime, amid much traffic. I am driving, swerving, Worried about crashing But narrowly averting Every obstacle -- until I arrive Safely, somewhere. iii. Once again daytime, and I Am both inside and outside The car, seeing a busy Intersection. After some Successful swerving, we Crash, and I'm both Dead and alive. Did I mention I can't drive?
This was inspired by / in response to Paula’s dream interpretation #10 at MLMM. I have driving dreams a lot, especially for someone who doesn’t drive in real life, and most of them don’t turn out well, or at least they are very stressful.
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