New Day

A quick poem that answers FOWC: Speech, FDDA day 29, and today’s Saturday Mix, “Opposing Forces.” Morning is my favorite time of day, from about 6 to 10 in the morning.


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.

common jay bird with walnut on pond
This bird is seizing the day! Photo by Steffi Wacker on Pexels.com

Smiles

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.

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Happy Sunday! 3_22
Pancakes at my house a few months ago

Worth

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. 🙂


I promise:

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.

I promise:

The worth of the journey.

Ferocious Optimism

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.


Yes:
Every breath means she
Is not drowned underneath
New, bad news arriving daily.

Yes:
Every step means she
Has not allowed depression
To render her inert, bedridden.

Yes:
Every trembling of the Earth she
Wonders if this is the “Big One;”
Somehow there’s still a foundation.

Yes:
Every morning means she
Breathes, steps, and wonders anew
That nothing has beaten her too blue.

A Rocket-Ship Ride

This décima is for this week’s challenge and for FOWC: Rocket. I am also linking to the Writers’ Pantry.


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.

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I Am Blessed

An unprompted poem shared with today’s Writers’ Pantry.


I am blessed to be Your lamb,
Seeing Your kindness,
Kept safe through the raging storms,
Led to happiness.
Held with care inside Your arms,
In the darkest valley,
My head buried in Your heart,
Full of peace and mercy.
Let me never wander far:
To You leads the brightest star.

BLESSED!

Stream-of-Consciousness

The prompt for today’s SoCS: Pro and Con fits well with DVerse MTB, Stream-of-Consciousness poems. I couldn’t resist! 


The pros and cons of stream-of-consciousness writing:

You can pen whatever happens to be in your brain

Without any sort of editing or strain, you don’t

even need punctuation or rhymes of any particular

Creation — Look, an abrupt change of thought,

I dash — — onto the text next topic my view

Is not myopic but see, a con is maybe,

The poem doesn’t make no sense — well,

That’s my two cents. And two cents can’t buy

Anything these days anyway.

Wanting To Stay

This is a décima for Ronovan’s weekly prompt, which uses words from paint-chip poetry #32 (!). The new paint-chip prompt will be released on Friday (tomorrow) morning, so my response is just in time!


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Feeling peachy, beautiful day,
Found a sand dollar on the beach,
Under blue sky, as the waves reach
Along the shore, wanting to stay.

This excursion keeps stress at bay;
The salty air is like nectar,
Seaside having lots to offer,
I want the whole enchilada —
Coral under sea, which I saw
Mimicked in my lipstick’s color.