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.

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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.

 

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. 

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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.

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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?

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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). 

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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. 

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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.

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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.

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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.

Sunflower Faces

Turn your face to the sun, wherever it may be.

(my one-liner today)
I also have a poem inspired by that line and DVerse Poetics’s prompt from yesterday: “The Light of Vika Muse.” They feature the beautiful and fantastical art of a Ukrainian artist, Vika Muse.

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.

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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.

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