Strange Metamorphosis

The world is ending. 

Hard to accept 

The world is looking 

Kafkaesque, and 

Its course is getting 

Coarser. 

 

Will cockroaches overrun

Once microbes are done?

 

The world is ending.

 

Except, not now.

So let’s linger

Over a cold brew,

Talk ’til it’s all gone. 

brown wooden chairs and table
Photo by Anastasia Shuraeva on Pexels.com

Another quadrille for DVerse, plus I’m responding to FOWC and MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Double Take. Also, there’s something about those chairs and the focus of that photo that I really like. 

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.

What the Tags Say

The MVB prompt, “Tags,” made me think of how the eating disorder made me obsessed with the size of my clothes — the smaller the better. It didn’t  matter that some brands have different ways of sizing; if I didn’t fit into size X pants, then that was unacceptable. 

This poem is also for FOWC: Falling and for MLMM’s Saturday Mix, which is about antithesis (using opposites) this week. Linked with the Writers’ Pantry at PSU. 


Putting worth in the tags of clothes,

Thinking a letter or number knows —

Such a rough road, no smooth sailing,

Always thinking the wearer is failing

Therefore worn down, to despair falling.

Thankfully, a new way’s always calling:

No longer to sit so sad in shadows,

But to stand against what Life would oppose.

Mary in Heaven

Today, on Sunday, I am writing for the Saturday Mix at MLMM. This week we are challenged to write a nonet, which I had done before but not for a while. It is similar to an etheree except one line shorter. Since today is the Solemnity of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary into Heaven, that was the topic I chose for my nonet today.


Jesus’s precious Blessèd Mother,
At the end of her earthly life,
Was taken up to Heaven,
Her body glorified.
Mary, Queen Mother,
Crowned with 12 stars,
Intercede:
Pray for
Us!

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Like Water in the Desert

A 40-word free-verse poem for the Weekend Writing Prompt and for MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Opposing Forces. I’m really liking the Weekend Writing Prompts, especially when they are short. 🙂 My poems tend to be relatively short.


Too much time in the desert,
The drought-dry place starved of rain,
Always wondering, waiting, praying for an oasis —
Found when an act of love
Triumphs over unkind rays of hate:
It’s not a mirage, although
It may be brief.

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Reality, Upside-Down

This is in response to MLMM’s photo challenge #373, the picture for which is below. I’m not sure who took the picture, but it wasn’t me.


The city street is the sky,
Filled with stars of bokeh headlights
Out of focus; upside-down eyes
Fill with interesting, surreal dreams,
Wishing they could be never-ending.

There’s danger in the way this body’s bending.
I don’t want to fall from the railing.
My current world’s just failing.

Hope and Lament

This free-verse poem is for FOWC: Lament and MLMM’s Saturday Mix and is shared with today’s Writers’ Pantry.


We can have hope of Heaven,
A foreign land and yet the
Human heart’s native place:
Mountains and valleys of the Earth
Are beautiful, yet can’t replace
The God in whom souls find their rest.

We can have hope of Heaven:
Mountains and valleys of the Earth
Cause tiredness in wanderers’ feet,
The journey sometimes horribly long.
We rejoice because faith makes strong,
Yet lament that there are no shortcuts.