The Edges of Janus’s Face

(a depiction of the Roman god Janus, for which
this month is named)

I wasn’t going to post this, but it does work for the Rimas Dissolutas prompt at DVerse, which I was / am really excited about, and it’s not that bad. 🙂 I am planning on trying to write one in French because this is a French poetry form.


Bitter tears greeted the new year,
Shortly before she went to sleep
Grudgingly, angry at Heaven
Which remained far out of her reach.

The next several days seemed to veer
In a hopeful direction: Keep
Trusting God, see what He’s given,
Open to what He wants to teach! Continue reading

Resolve

For today’s SoCS: Resolve and day 1 of “Just-Jot-It January (JusJoJan).” Also linked with MVB: Ahead. I wanted to write a third quatrain, but it’s not coming.


Resolve to try hard every day,
And ask for help when I cannot,
Resolve with peace of soul to pray
Because God’s works are not forgot.

Don’t overthink the year ahead,
Today is a sufficient task.
There is much kindness done and said,
And peaceful times in which to bask. Continue reading

A Poem on December 30th

This is a timely week for Brian’s current prompt, Past and Present. I don’t really want to think about the new year. It’s making me sad and all sorts of things. You could say I am experiencing sundry emotions, most of them not very pleasant. I’m not sure if this thing is done, but it is what it is right now.


Past depressions
Come back up to level paths,
But the lesson
I’ve been learning most is that
Level paths fall down again,
Even to the present,
Likely to the future too.

The beginning
Of another end has come;
I’m not wanting
Its days, hollow hopes unwelcome.

Dear 2021….

Inspired by the current prompt for the Friday Writings, even though I can’t link up because I already linked up something different yesterday. Warning: I am very honest in this post, so it might be depressing and/or distressing. I liked these pictures, found on the original post:

Let Us Hope found on 12_20

Dear 2021,

At the end of each year, I usually like to do a sort of retrospective and reflect on the past year: “What happened? How did I grow? What goals did I accomplish?” This is the extent to which that is going to happen.

What did happen this year? I’ve been unemployed since the start of the pandemic (was it only last year that things were normal?). I’ve tried to find a job, yet mental health and lack of motivation has hindered doing very much. I also don’t want to have to wear a face mask, and maybe people would tell me, “Just suck it up and do it,” but I just can’t right now.

So, “what did happen this year?” I certainly wrote a lot, and I prayed approximately a thousand rosaries. 🙂 That’s the redeeming aspect of this whole mess: the prayer groups that I’ve discovered, that I believe God led me to. Without them, I would feel more lonely, more alone, more useless — overall, even more crazy!

Another great thing is that, in October of this year, I got to attend a Latin Mass! The only other time I’ve been able to do that is nearly 5 years ago, and I was so happy to rediscover how beautiful and sacred and holy that was/is. Now, let’s hope and pray that our pope doesn’t try to quash it any more than he already has….

I suppose one thing I can be proud of is that this year, I survived 2 suicide attempts, in July and in September. Please, someone give my Guardian Angel a promotion.

In my usual year-end reflections, I also ask myself what I am looking forward to in the coming year. The image that is above exemplifies that, at least the best-case scenario. Not sure what I’m looking forward to, to be honest. The positive is that the prospect of the year 2022 doesn’t completely fill me with dread. The apprehensiveness is accompanied by curiosity, like, “What is going to happen next?”

I will definitely keep writing poems. I do that almost as often as breathing. My hope is to keep being a good friend and to love people. I try to make the world a better place because it is hard enough as it is.

And there you have it.

New You

This poem is for FOWC: Overhaul. I haven’t had many ideas today, let lone good ones — the idea-stream is more of a gurgle than anything substantial — so this is what I’ve got. 🙂 This form is called an ottava rima.

“New year, new you” — the advertisements say,
Yet this won’t stick — a massive overhaul.
The trick is making habits that will stay,
Significant they are, although they’re small.
The sense of overwhelm might be allayed
By breaking up the steps, no task too tall.
It’s not one day which causes change to last,
It takes small steps to let go of what’s past.

At the End of the Year

As probably everyone is writing about today, it is New Year’s Eve, the last day of this dumpster fire called 2020, and tomorrow is the first day of the new year 2021. I wasn’t particularly excited for this day because it’s not like everything is going to go away at midnight, like what happened to Cinderella at the ball, only good. New Year’s Eve seems unnecessarily weighty, especially this year. However, of course there is hope; there is a sense of newness and possibility, which inspired this tanka for MLMM’s Heeding Haiku. The photo is from exactly one year ago. Let’s hope we can start writing in cafés again! 😀

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no title seems good for this….

This is a haibun for FFFC #98 and Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge about the New Year / Cold Moon. I tried to come up with a good title, but they were all either too silly or too sad. I don’t want to make the reader sad right from the get-go. 😉


She lies awake, waiting for the ball to drop in Times Square, for the new year to be ushered in with customary fanfare — or what passes for fanfare (or custom) in these strange times. Times Square is empty, people in their homes, hoping for a fuller year ahead.

silent snowy night:
2021 tiptoes
wolf under cold moon