Beautiful and Terrible

For NaPoWriMo day 28, here is a poem inspired by the photo below, for Fandango’s flash-fiction challenge this week.


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Photo from Tim Short at the USA Today Network.

An orange flare in the sky —
Does anyone ask why?
Or do they gaze at what they see
With impotent curiosity,
Saying nothing but, “Oh, pretty!”
An orange flare sent into the sky —
And nobody is asking why.

Décima: Hope

This is written in response to Ronovan’s challenge and is partially inspired by FOWC: Express. This is for NaPoWriMo day 24.


Strong as the grave are love and hope:
May hope carry all to the end,
Holding weak hands as a God-send,
Saving maybe more lives than soap.

Beyond four walls widens the scope
With hope as faithful companion;
We see more loving expressions
Reaching out in ways we’re able,
Hope and friendship keeping stable.
At the end, let’s begin again.

 

Décima: Thankfulness

Many thanks to Ronovan for the introduction to this poetry form and the accompanying challenge! I am also sharing this with the Writers’ Pantry. For NaPoWriMo day 19.


To thankfulness we dedicate,
Reminders needed quite often,
Remember goodness even when
Glad feelings prove hard to create.

We find in small things what is great :
We might have practice in the fall,
Yet it’s a skill needed for all
Days, weeks, and seasons in the year —
Especially when one’s prone to tears,
Though difficult — we heed the call.

Pilgrimage

A second poem for today: a response to paint-chip poetry #16.


No wishing well will make the future less foggy —
Harbor no fear, however, for power and mercy
Fall like Niagara, into the Grand-Canyon-esque
Depths of sin and pain and misery.

This moment is a dew-drop on the flower
Of your parched, yet living, new beginning.
This moment has the aura of a sacred journey:
An antique rose becomes fragrant with divine charity.

Triolet

I enjoy writing triolets, and that happens to be the official prompt for day 12. This poem is about how, sometimes, it takes some work to actively trust and not despair. I am glad that my hope is in God and not in my own hope!


When demons snarl and prowl about
I trust in God and shall not fear.
May stronger faith arise from doubt
When demons snarl and prowl about.
I really hope my hope holds out
Until the Son of God appear.
When demons snarl and prowl about
I trust in Him and shall not fear.

Mary Magdalene

I am sharing my day 12 poem with the Writers’ Pantry. This was inspired by the fact that today is Easter, as well as John 20:11-16. 


When it was still dark,

I went to the tomb.

For even the darkness

Is lighter with you:

You know the darkness too.

 

I stood there weeping,

With you taken away.

With weeping was praying,

Which you heard — and I turned,

Since you know my name.

A Holy Week Without the Liturgy

Day 10. I  wasn’t going to post this but have not been able to write anything better for Frank’s prompt at DVerse about seven-line poems. 


The virus isolation breaks my heart,

Especially with no Eucharist received

Nor even seen in person — though apart

And with so many others, greatly grieved,

Faith lives in hope — she’s blessed who has believed.

I live-stream watching Mass and Tenebrae, *

Lamenting that they’ve taken Him away.

 

*Tenebrae is a liturgical service during Holy Week. If you want to know more, click here.

Souls Entwined

This is for NaPoWriMo day 5, and I am sharing it with Writers’ Pantry today. It fits the prompt found here about soulmates.


Even if there’s no romance, you are my soulmate:
You know not the consolation your prayers create
Inside this butterfly soul; your voice is springtime
Through the phone lines, your treasured words sunshine —
May we meet again, when we reach our common goal.

 

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Photo by Sharon McCutcheon

Note: The person who I wrote this poem about says that he prays for me every time he sees a butterfly, and I also love butterflies, hence the term, “butterfly soul.”

At Cana

For the third day of NaPoWriMo, I wrote this “Magic 9” poem, so called because each line is 9 syllables, and the rhyme scheme is abacadaba. This poem fits the official NaPoWriMo prompt, too! 


“Fill the jars with water,” Jesus said,

Although it may not have made much sense

Since what put the wedding hosts in dread

Was lack of wine ; yet the servants did

What Jesus requested. Mary read

The situation, and brought Him in.

Following Jesus’ instructions led

To a miracle, huge recompense —

He also provides now daily bread.