I wrote this last night, after Thanksgiving dinner, once my family had gone home, and the rest of us retreated to our own activities. I’m not 100% happy with the ending, but I am sharing it now for FOWC: Fidelity, since the moon has such fidelity as a poetic muse, for me and countless others. I write about the moon so often that there is a category on my blog for “poems about the moon.”
Left to dissolve to nothing,
Life is a vapor quickly
Leaving almost no traces.
Leaves tumble from autumn trees
Listless, dead in whisp’ring wind,
Lethe takes memories — so
Light from stars must say goodbye.
It’s one of those mornings. 🙄 I am sharing this with MLMM’s writing prompt, Tormented, because it fits the theme much better than what I wrote yesterday.
Ugly. Fat. means
Unwanted. Failure. since
Unintelligibly. Fearful brain
Won’t let her get off this
Ubiquitous, fettering train.
For this and that from MLMM, and for DVerse’s quadrille Monday (not late! just depressing!). I promise I’m not like this all the time in real life. “Possibility” is an optimistic word, and I could have taken it in a positive direction, but that is not what happened. Maybe I will try again later. Anyway, without further ado…. Continue reading
At DVerse, it is quadrille Monday, and our word is “happiness” or some form of it. I also used the word for FOWC: Pacify. I appreciated this prompt and wrote this poem about an hour ago, which I’m grateful for because it would be more difficult to write a cheery poem now. Yes, happiness is a project one must constantly work on, especially if “one” is me. 🙂
Find a little blast of happiness,
Gust of gladness, or even one
Whispering wind of change:
Sew a little peace-pocket,
Fly inside a reprieve-rocket
To try to pacify times strange.
For a while, find a quiet place:
Present-tense is a future I can face.
Good advice, self from an hour ago. Good advice.
I’m participating in Ronovan Writes’ haiku challenge this week. Click here for the prompt.
dying roses, gift
from you; love is still blooming —
tears wet dry petals