A Better Transgression

At DVerse, yesterday’s Poetics prompt was about peer pressure. Although I wanted to write a longer and more personal piece, that’s not happening yet, and it might be too personal for this blog, anyway (“too personal for this blog??” Who knew there was such a thing?). Instead, here is a five-line poem I wrote last night, based on a Bible verse that was in my reading.


Conform not to the culture which surrounds:
To find one’s way, transgressing o’er its bounds
May be the better choice, to remain true
To what a human ought to be and do.
Integrity will furnish solid ground.

 

sunflower beginning to open
A sunflower beginning to open —
I took this photo about 2 years ago

Blindness and Light

I, blind to the future, must walk forward,
Hoping for Heaven, which I'm limping toward.

Imagination paints predictions vividly,
Dread digs up a dozen ways to scare me. 

What's coming in life are paths unknown,
Only little by little is any light shown.

Yet when the future day comes into my sight,
Even a crooked way may straighten to delight.

I wonder if there's truly much to fear,
Even if I don't see my Guide here. 

This poem was inspired by the Bible verse Isaiah 42:16 (KJV).

And I will bring the blind by a way that they knew not; I will lead them in paths that they have not known: I will make darkness light before them, and crooked things straight. These things will I do unto them, and not forsake them.

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Mist

For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I have a poem from June 17th, 2019 (still exploring that particular poetry notebook). It turns out that this was a Quadrille, a 44-word poem, so I might have posted it the day it was written. if it was a response to a DVerse Quadrille Monday. Also linking to FOWC: Possible.


Shall I fret if the future is in mist?
Is the path happy even without seeing?
Can someone guide, grasping gently my wrist,
Pulling me forward, when I am hesitating?
Shall the guide leave, possibly as a surprise?
Is there mist in my eyes?

black and white photo of holding hands
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I hesitated, but…

A reverse cherita, written while hiding in the restroom of a bookstore, so that the person involved would not see me cry (yet). 


 

There are multiple reasons, but there's one
That makes me seem altruistic: I'll tell you 
That you shouldn't need to deal with me. 

I love you, but this has gone on for long
Enough now, I'm collecting my thoughts, writing goodbye

Gotta get back out there, pretend I wasn't crying. 
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Costanza: May

A pleasant surprise: I was able to finish a Costanza poem for DVerse MTB today! I’d been looking forward to writing this but didn’t expect to finish before the link-up ended. 


 

The calendar stands now in May,
And that's not new, but two-thirds done,
The speed of time can sometimes stun.

It is a cold and gloomy day
Going slowly and sadly by,
Yet saying it's bad is a lie. 

Some moments make a shining ray,
Belonging and connection true,
A warmth inside like hearty stew.

"This too will pass." Nothing can stay,
Unrest to peace, peace to unrest
Again, time after time a test.

May this ship find a placid bay
To end its sailing. After tides
Throw this boat up and down -- subside.

The calendar stands now in May,
It is a cold and gloomy day.
Some moments make a shining ray,
"This too will pass." Nothing can stay,
May this ship find a placid bay. 
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The Correct Time

This poem is one that I wrote today, inspired mostly by the 2 one-word challenges from yesterday (“Correct” and “Time,” as the title gives away). Sharing with the Friday Writings at PSU, which I haven’t linked up with in a long time. I usually don’t post 3 times in one day but wanted to share a poem that was actually written this day.


Is this the right day, the correct time?
Already so much gone, impossible to climb
The mountain ranges of pain and regret —
Too much of life long-spent, wrong-spent
In a highly-inhospitable climate.

Oh, so much lost, and at such a high cost —
But don’t let it extort, distort any more,
Now is the correct time to move for-
-Ward, poured into something new, as yet unheard.

Fun fact: Even as a little girl, I was extremely bothered by the passage of time. It’s evident even in entries from when I was 8 or 9 years old! No wonder I’m like this… XD

Among the Trees

A six-sentence story, also inspired by this week’s WDYS prompt from Sadje.


Leaving her house, leaving her city — it feels like coming home, to be immersed in fresh air and delightfully lost among the trees. Do the flowers and birds live at the same ever-hastening pace as humanity?

This place allows her to, for the first time in a while, inhale deeply and exhale slowly. Her lungs drink in the pure forest air like a thirsty man after days in the desert.

What a wonderful and necessary respite — unfortunately too brief. She glances at her phone and sees that she has 3 hours before she needs to get back to so-called “real life.”

I enjoyed writing this little story because, although I don’t exactly go on hikes, I do greatly enjoy long walks in nature. There is an arboretum on the college campus where I went to college, and I would often take walks there, or even simply find a bench to sit on and relax next to the birds / plants / lizards.

 

To the Chrysalis Hanging Outside

I saw this lovely cute thing this morning and decided to write a poem “to” it
You are waiting now.
How long you will be hanging
In limbo is unknown,
But as you have been primed from birth,
You must become a butterfly, grown.

What a strange feeling it must be,
Turning into nutrient goo --
Does it seem like devolving?
Perhaps you are wondering in the waiting,
What will come of this? 

What will come of this?
I have seen the amazing happen,
It remains for you to abide:
The imago* is inside.

I researched a little bit about how a caterpillar turns into a butterfly. Click here. Shared with NaPoWriMo day 20, off-prompt.
* The butterfly’s form inside of the pupa is actually called the imago, which I think is AWESOME! It reminds me of the Imago Dei that each person has.

I Am Tired

Today has not been particularly inspiring for me, but because it is April, I need to post something. 🙂 Day 4. I am tempted to go to sleep, even though it is well before 8:00 p.m. where I am. Maybe I can make myself a cup of tea instead.


Take some time to relax.
Imagine peace. It’s okay to
Release the day, no need to be
Energized constantly. It
Doesn’t mean you’re broken.

mug with teabag placed on wooden railing of forest house balcony
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