Saturday Puzzle Piece

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.

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A breathtaking waterfall —
Wish that its beauty
And refreshment
Could be closer to me

A Kindred Spirit

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.

Funny Brain

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.

I Miss the Past

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 Am God’s Plaything…

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.
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Driving Dreams

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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