This was written for the current Weekly Scribblings, as well as DVerse MTB for today. I hope this poem is especially sonorous. 🙂 For the Weekly Scribblings prompt, they provided a haiku, and I was inspired especially by the phrase, “an old rosary carved of human bone.”
Do clouds float above,
Gazing down imagining
Pictures in the Earth?
This haiku is written for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille, for which this week’s theme is “daydreaming.”
I took this photo a few months ago while staring out my window.
A haiku for Frank’s challenge this week, for which we are writing about fall foliage, geese, or both.
Lake shines among leaves
Water witnesses falling —
Geese honking pierce air
This is my (late) offering for the Sunday Muse, which I often attempt to write for but which I’ve only posted for once or twice. This week’s image is below:
Monarch butterflies symbolize rebirth:
Kings seeking asylum from
The insanity of Earth,
Refugees to the Moon.
I pray, and kneel, arms
Strong in God’s holy refuge:
Maybe Luna can welcome me too,
I’d be the butterflies’ subject.
This Chaucerian stanza is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS, and the words today are old/new. Although it’s not a free-verse poem, it was pretty quick and I didn’t edit, so I am sharing it.
The old has passed away, the new has come:
This I believe with all my beating heart,
And I want to give it a warm welcome.
Every single day is a fresh new start;
Change does not come at once, but part by part.
Do not lose heart: we are works in progress,
Magnificent, and will find happiness.
The sun rises with silent speech,
The blue jays cheep their chorus,
I slide awake from peaceful sleep,
Dreams are distant but hope is near,
Because a new day is here.
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.
This is my (late) response to Linda’s paint chip poetry week 34. I meant to respond to it yesterday, but despite this and other prompts, I had few good ideas. It appears my brain is working this morning. 🙂
The sweetness of honey,
The sparkle of starlight —
Will not always be
Present: gates may creak
On rusty hinges rather than
Be lavishly bestowed
With lapis lazuli and precious
Stones; hills may be steep
And rocky rather than rolling.
The worth of the journey.
For today’s Weekly Scribblings, we are considering our foundations. I am also sharing this with FOWC: Nothing. Special thanks to Sarah for her beautiful and life-filled poem Walking at the Edge. Although the topic is much different, I read her poem earlier today and was inspired by the life in her poem, and I felt like her poem contained a “ferocious optimism,” hence the title and inspiration for this poem.
Every breath means she
Is not drowned underneath
New, bad news arriving daily.
Every step means she
Has not allowed depression
To render her inert, bedridden.
Every trembling of the Earth she
Wonders if this is the “Big One;”
Somehow there’s still a foundation.
Every morning means she
Breathes, steps, and wonders anew
That nothing has beaten her too blue.
Off this planet I wish to go,
On a fast rocket want to ride:
Country’s two sides cannot abide,
More rancor it is hard to show.
So many politicians blow
Hot air; can it be used to fuel
My rocket ship? Such fighting cruel,
And very little’s looking good.
So much distrust, I think most would
Think my rocket-ship ride sounds cool.