Learning What Love Is

For the Weekly Scribblings at Poets and Storytellers United, our theme is “the things you learned to love because you loved someone else.” I wrote a sevenling. This was a really enjoyable prompt, and writing the poem helped me to reframe something that had been more painful. It really fits with Thanksgiving Day today. Continue reading

Vers Beaucoup

This poem today is for the Saturday Mix at MLMM, and we are supposed to write a vers beaucoup. Follow the link to learn about this form. I am not sure if I was supposed to write more than one stanza, or if one stanza is sufficient. In any case, here is mine, and I anticipate writing more in this form. I thought that all of those rhymes would sound kind of silly and forced, but it’s fun. Je vais écrire beaucoup de “vers beaucoup.” 🙂 Also linking to the Writers’ Pantry.


May God speak to the weak ones who seek
Him, so bleak hearts become more welcome
To the awesome. May He hear, to make fear
Disappear, to protect what world rejects.

Here is a second one:

All the earth, sing the worth of new birth
Into mirth: from the trees to the seas
And the breeze, animals and all peoples,
Despair repulse — to bless brings happiness.

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Piercing the Heart

This is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS: Sharp, written in the form of an octelle for today’s Saturday Mix.


Music sharply pierces hearers:
Its strength each human heart avers.
Sharps and flats resound in ears
And minds, bringing men to tears.
Symphony inside the soul,
Beauty makes its journey whole.
Music sharply pierces hearers:
Its strength each human heart avers.

Smiles

For Ronovan’s décima challenge this week, we are remembering smiles 🙂  By the way, I’m feeling pretty happy today.


Pushed out of usual surroundings,
It takes some time to recognize
What good remains under one’s eyes,
What beautiful music still rings.

The dull ache of loss, grief, still stings:
Perhaps it is taking a while,
To find several reasons to smile.
It’s better not to overthink.
Right now, is there some joy to drink?
Even a sip, sight, not denial.

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Pancakes at my house a few months ago

Fun Facts!

This is a day late for FDDA #24 but also fits today’s FOWC: Somewhere. A sevenling seemed appropriate for this topic. I appreciate the “fun fact” prompt because I call any random fact, especially if it’s not fun, a “fun fact.”


I am a twin, younger by
17 minutes: My brother loves
Gardening, but I have none of that talent.

I love music, such as piano
And singing: Also always loved
Dancing, although I’m bad at it.

Somewhere there’s a place for this unique mix!

A Quadrille, and Carl Sandburg

This poem is a quadrille for the DVerse prompt today.  Our word today is “bum.”


Summer has been a bummer,
But the mind is my delight.
If my face has looked glummer,
I’ve still been able to find bright
Spots: no job but lots
Of music, reading, and poetry.
I am happy to not need
Busy-ness as a bumblebee.

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This quotation is so relatable. I knew there was a reason I liked his poems since I was a senior in high school. 😉

The Birds Outside

This is a décima for this week’s challenge, BIRD.

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Avian calls are each day heard
Around this house, even indoors:
Heavily, light melody pours,
Each morning it’s freshly offered.

Hiding in trees’ branches, a bird
Decides it must sing me awake,
The gentlest alarm — I take
Its urgent notes to heart, and stand,
A hopeful morning close at hand —
A happy being, at daybreak.

Siren-Song

This is for DVerse Poetics, where we are exploring the concept of mermaids and related mythical creatures. I liked an image in the original post, so here it is:

Half-human creature with a fish’s tail,
She’s tempted many mariners with song:
Desire impels them to go right along
Into grave danger as they swiftly sail,
Enticed by light shining off each fish-scale.

This Poem is a Jackson Pollock Painting

This is for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry #24. These are our inspiration this week:


And here’s what my brain did with that:

When I was a kid
I didn’t have a rubber ducky,
But I did love cheese puffs,
Especially the way they made
Your fingers orange.

(Nothing rhymes with orange.)

In elementary school
I remember learning patriotic
Songs, “purple mountain
Majesties” and all that;
We didn’t know what it meant.

(I don’t know what this means.)

I hope there’s a rhyme and reason
For even the missing things.

 

Note: I am even more unsure about posting this than before I typed it out, but I’ll do it to show Linda that somebody actually used rubber ducky and cheese puff in a poem. 🙂