This is for this week’s Weekly Scribblings, inspired by pavement. I intended to write something longer than a haiku but actually think this is okay. Also, today and yesterday have been notably good days, so this isn’t necessarily autobiographical.
Varying dark shades:
Puddles on the pavement rain
Deeper into cracks
Maybe this poem makes me sound pathetic, but gosh all I want is a hug. I don’t live by myself but am still so isolated, especially emotionally. Thanks to Fandango for the prompt word, and I am also sharing with the Writers’ Pantry. Will post this before I change my mind.
This was meant to be just for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club this month, but then I realized — shockingly — that I could also write a poem inspired by the picture. Linking to the Weekly Scribblings, where we explore “when all else fails.”
When I feel like I’m drowning,
When my lungs pound to be let out
Of their cage, I find a place
Where I can breathe underwater.
When all else appears to fail,
Find where cats with mermaid tails
Play and swim, and simply dream:
For a moment flow with the silly whim.
This is for Weekly Scribblings, inspired by the playlist which Sanaa provided. This was much more difficult than it probably should have been, but I decided to write based on the song “breathin” by Ariana Grande, even though that’s not usually my type of music. I am also linking with DVerse OLN. Also, this ended up being almost a stream-of-consciousness; I was surprised where it ended up but I guess I’ll share it.
“Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.” ― Victor Hugo
When do lungs get a break?
When do tongues reveal what’s fake
So that they no longer take
Anxiety is inside of me,
Doing anything to become free
Of this rib cage’s constraints —
For this Wednesday’s Weekly Scribblings, we are writing about the idea of discipline. I’m not exactly happy with how this poem turned out, so let’s call it a rough draft. Maybe I’ll find the discipline to edit it later. 🙂
Painful in the moment
Is determined discipline:
Is it worth the perseverance
To keep going when
It seems better to quit?
The finish line — imagine
Exhilaration, crossing it!
I am sharing this with the Writers’ Pantry, as we say goodbye to May and say “Onward, June.” I’m happy about today being the special day of Pentecost, yet this is what I wrote in response to reading a passage from Romans 8 this morning.
He who searches hearts:
Understand this muddled voice
Troubled with what-if
Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. Now He who searches the hearts knows what the mind of the Spirit is, because He makes intercession for the saints according to the will of God
In the morning’s softened light,
Coffee’s rising steam:
As I watch, it dissipates,
Like the briefest dream.
I imbibe the bitter taste
Peaceful in expression,
Would that I could grateful be
For life’s messy sections!
This time is a nightmare part —
Won’t it like a dream depart?