Success in the Making

What seems at first to failure be
Might need some time, new ways to see,
New tools to works of art create,
With wide eyes to see beauty.
A vase that’s fallen to the floor,
Though broken can still become more
With persistence and kintsugi;
What had been plain has much in store.

eggs and broken vase
Photo by Ksenia Chernaya on Pexels.com

Tired but Still Writing

I feel so tired, but I have to go to work in an hour. In addition, I can’t seem to write anything even vaguely poetic. 

I can be thankful that I get to go to work (especially since lately there haven’t been as many hours because we haven’t been busy, so they haven’t needed me as much). I am also thankful for the women’s group at my church, which just happened. It is better to go than not to go. 

Even with food and coffee, I’m still so tired. 


 

Sitting here trying to write, I can be thankful for words,
For the coffee and the gentle breeze, on this sunny weekday -- 
And the warmth of friends who are like family, in sweet memories. 

A sijo for Ronovan Writes’s prompt. 

My Favorite Prayers

Today’s MVB prompt is chaplet, and my Catholic self is not about to let that pass by! My favorite chaplets (besides the rosary) are the Saint Michael chaplet and the Holy Face chaplet. Oh, and the Divine Mercy chaplet. 🙂 There are so many different possible prayers that it is probably literally impossible to pray them all in a day.

This is my Holy Face chaplet. If you look closely, you’ll see that the medal has Jesus’ face on it.

When I first heard of the Holy Face chaplet, I was so inspired by it and its prayers that I wrote a whole suite of poems having to do with it and with the 5 senses. Below is one of those poems.

Thy Face: A Puente Poem

Protect us from every demon,
Attacking distressingly often,
Speak Thy word and show Thy face

-- Let them that hate Thee flee – 

Yet with Thine arms always embrace
The one who needs protection,
Until her own resurrection

Yawn

A typical day —
Filled with more of the same
Writing, reading, coffee-drinking
It’s boring after a while,
Yet the days leave, single-file
Without caring that you want them back.

Too many of them are wasted,
These typical days —
Indeed much is wasted, because unappreciated.


I don’t always appreciate “typical” days. I want time to speed up now, but by next year I’ll wish that it had slowed down. I appreciate the one-word prompts today (linked in the poem). This is a good reminder to myself. 🙂

A Writer Has To Write

This writer certainly wants to write something… but what? After seeing today’s MVB prompt, I had to post because the word “writer” is literally part of my blog name. There’s a poem that I recently wrote that I like, but I’d feel foolish sharing it. I’d have to drink a lot of alcohol to feel comfortable posting it. 🙂 I don’t drink anyway.

My heart still hurts, and I’m having the same thoughts as always, but thanks to the miracle of modern pharmaceuticals, I don’t feel as distressed. Nevertheless, though I have started 5 poems, not a single one is finished.

Later, if I don’t go to sleep really early, I will go to choir practice. Very recently I rejoined the choir at my church because the choir got small enough to where I no longer feel claustrophobic in the small practice room. Lately I have grown to love singing from the pew (I call it being a “surround-sound singer”), but… yeah, I think I am supposed to join the group.

I’ll end this poem-less post with a small gratitude list:

  • The hot coffee that I brewed this morning that warmed me up
  • My snuggly, warm robe
  • That something I had not been looking forward to was not that scary
  • God created ducks

I took this photo of cute, white ducks this past August.

Loving Heart

I’ve written some Halloween / scary-themed poems today, but the one I am sharing is much more light-hearted. 😊 It is a Septanelle for FOWC: Harmony and MVB: Delighted. Thanks to Paula Light for, through one of her blog posts, introducing me to the Septanelle form.


 

A loving heart,
Delight from the inside:
Love reminds that no one is far apart
And does not hide
But more it longs to give,
In harmony it helps us all to live,
Forgive, restart.

Idyllic Ideal

Beautiful winter scene,
Idyllic, ideal
Inside of a snow globe
Shattered, is not real.

Windows bedecked with lights,
Blanket of snow did fall,
Now the glass is shattered
You barely care at all.


MVB Prompt: Snow Globe brought back memories. My ex and I liked to do jigsaw puzzles, and one was of a beautiful, wintry Christmas scene inside of a snow globe.

I do miss him, and I can’t just “get over” him because any love worthy of the name does not simply end. On the other hand, it’s like he doesn’t care at all. Apparently, his mom didn’t like me, and that’s all that matters; he’s too afraid or apathetic to do anything about it. Truly, either he’s a mama’s boy, or she’s a nightmare, or both. Either way, it doesn’t help me feel better emotionally. Even if I could get somebody better, I don’t exactly want anyone better right now. Thanks for reading my little rant.