Some say the world will end in fire…

I decided to share this décima for Ronovan’s challenge, despite not being 100% happy with it. It’s pretty bleak, but that’s what kind of head-space I’ve been in: like, “If God is going to destroy the world now, can He get it over with?” Also sharing with this week’s MLMM photo challenge because the photo and poem are related. Apologies to Robert Frost for the title.

God said He’d never Earth entire
Destroy with rain, and that is why
The rainbow arcs across the sky –
But He said nothing about fire.

When will the Earth become a pyre,
Is there a method to avoid?
Repent, that we be not destroyed.
Of course we pray our rosary,
Yet despair haunts me doggedly:
What hell is this, Fauci to Floyd?

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

To Drink You In

This is for DVerse’s prompt about rain, and it is particularly inspired by Sarah’s words in the prompt post itself, since Sarah asked us, “Give me your rain.”

Give me your rain.
Whether it be dew
Or a downpour,
Whether it be drizzle
Or a deluge,
That I may drink
You — Truth comes first.
Oh, I thirst.


This tanka is inspired by this week’s Heeding Haiku  about raindrops, as well as this morning’s weather. 

Grey skies prophesy,

Honesty in that blank face:

Rain’s going to fall —


Cloudful suspense in the sky

Released above the garden.

Lost in Translation

This is another ghazal. I tried to write one in French but will provide the English translation below it. However, some things, including rhyme, might get “lost in translation.” 🙂

Suis-je la fille que j’étais, jeunesse perdue?

Essayerai-je encore, succès perdu?


La France est-elle meilleure aujourd’hui,

Avec le roi et la noblesse perdus?


Les fleurs qui sont maintenant couleureuses

Deviendront douleureuses, tout sauf la vieillesse perdu.


La religion d’aujourd’hui remplace

Celle de l’antiquité: beaucoup de déesses perdues.


Ce petit oiseau cherche un nid, une maison:

J’ai des amis, ils ne me laissent perdue.

Am I the girl I was, childlike vitality lost?

Will I try again, success most likely lost?


Is France better today

With the king and nobility lost?


The flowers which are now colorful

Will become sorrowful, all but fragility lost.


The religion of today replaces

That of antiquity: goddesses, many, lost.


This little bird looks for a nest, a home:

I have friends, they will not leave me lost.