The Good Life

Brian’s prompt for this week, which I am once again trying to complete on Thursday, is “the good life.” It was nice to reflect on what makes a good life — a good life does not have to be an easy life. It was also a timely reminder that I already have many aspects of “the good life.” ๐Ÿ™‚ At the end of each day, before going to sleep, I thank God for many things, every good thing that I can remember from the day — and most days I have a litany. This poem is also for DVerse and is a cinq-cinquain.

Breathe in:
Salty sea air,
Relaxing on the sand
Feeling the sun as the waves break —
Take breaks

Other times life
Requires the daily grind,
Work giving oneself a purpose,

To wake
Each new morning,
Other than the coffee
(Although that always is a plus
For me) —

In Eden ere
The first sin, Adam worked
As a gardener helping all life
To grow —

To face each day,
A purpose found in life:
Actions to take, imprints to leave,
To love

a golden retriever lying on green grass field
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I think having a doggy would make “the good life” even better. ๐Ÿ™‚

This Ship

I am finally attempting a decent response to Brain Vos’s prompt this week: to use one of his sets of unfinished lines and finish it. His lines form the first quatrain of my poem.

Though captains come and go,
the ships can still sail on.
Though ships have found the bottom,
the destinations are not gone.

Through swirling storms of woe,
the North Star still exists.
Through batterings of the waves,
one escapes from ocean’s fists.

Though waters may be calm,
night lingers on the sea.
Sky shows a glorious star,
shining from a place of victory.

a sailboat sailing during sunset
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Swimming Lessons

As a response to this week’s “Throwback Thursday” about learning to swim, I wrote a sevenling. NaPoWriMo day 15.

The little girl loved the water,
But only where she could touch the bottom —
Splashing and “head-bobbing” were summer fun.

It took her years to learn to actually
Swim, the only classes she failed more than
Once, and the ocean is more or less off-limits.

The waves are much more enthusiastic than she is.

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Elusive Trips

Today, even a response to SoCS has been elusive. I kept thinking about my trip to Japan when I was 16. I could also write about my family’s trip to Hawaii in August of 2019 (the last vacation Before Covid), or about the many times I have tripped over my own feet. The goal, though, is a poem, not just a rant. Maybe this counts?

Hawaiian ocean
Memories of blue —
I really miss it

(here’s the water)

Water Roadside

Or I could even write:

Mother-daughter bond:
Feed me pie and shut up and
Tell me I’m pretty


(we went to a spa and then ate quiche, chicken pot pie,
and chocolate pie)

Pot Pie and Quiche






Being Salty

We are writing salty Quadrilles at DVerse today, hosted by WhimsyGizmo. Mine is also a sevenling. I wrote a draft in my notebook and then typed it into a Word document to play around with getting it to have exactly 44 words. It’s been difficult to write anything today, but writing is an indelible part of me, so… here you go.

There is much one could write about:
The salty irresistibility of snacks like
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Among roaring waters

This poem, made up of 2 cinquains, is for JusJoJan day 3. The word is “abundance,” but the prompt is actually optional. ๐Ÿ™‚ I guess one could say that God gives an Abundance of grace. I was inspired by Psalm 42:7.

Deep is
Calling to deep.
Among roaring waters
Ocean waves’ torrents billowing
Is peace:

Water’s surface
Is placid quietness.
In storms, remember you’re swimming
In grace.

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