There Are Some Things I Don’t Regret

This was inspired by the current 6-word story prompt, but like I did last time, I wrote 6 lines of 6 words each, in order to make it into a poem. Also for FOWC: Repugnant, MVB: Reread, and the Blogtober prompt about “A Memory.” By the way, I know it’s day 17 of Blogtober, and I’m just now starting to participate, but my motto is “Better late than never.” If you want to hear my thoughts about yesterday’s prompt, too, I can post about that! 🙂


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Again?

For MVB: Cruel, it was pretty easy to write something this morning. I wanted to wait to post until I had something a little more optimistic, but that doesn’t seem to be happening right now. Hoping to post something else later for other challenges, like Linda’s and / or Brian’s. 🙂

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EXTREMEly Dark

I barely wrote any poetry today, which is extremely rare. Maybe, after yesterday, the majority of my creative juices were used up. That’s disappointing, but I respect the fact that I can’t have that kind of output every day. Here’s a sestet that I just finished.


How much has changed, at times extreme,
In the course of just a few years!
So optimism’s tough: it seems
Few options lead to good. Fear sears
And burns as dream to nightmare turns,
Too often nonexistence yearns.

Closeness of Friends

Today’s SoCS prompt is near / far. The very first thing I thought about when I read that was the theme song from the Titanic movie, but I was not going to write about that, so here is the haibun that went through my brain this evening (haibuns fit really well with this stream-of-consciousness writing, in general).


I feel close to my online friends, even though they’re far away. Whether they live on the other side of the ocean or in the next state, we “see” each other through computer screens and user names. Yet we share our real worries, and we pray together, taking time to celebrate friendship and victories.

On the other hand, on the other side of my house are people I often feel most far-away from.

deep virtual bonds
easing pain of loneliness —
alleviated

 

Strange Metamorphosis

The world is ending. 

Hard to accept 

The world is looking 

Kafkaesque, and 

Its course is getting 

Coarser. 

 

Will cockroaches overrun

Once microbes are done?

 

The world is ending.

 

Except, not now.

So let’s linger

Over a cold brew,

Talk ’til it’s all gone. 

brown wooden chairs and table
Photo by Anastasia Shuraeva on Pexels.com

Another quadrille for DVerse, plus I’m responding to FOWC and MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Double Take. Also, there’s something about those chairs and the focus of that photo that I really like. 

This Was Supposed to be a Poem…

Today is the feast day of Our Lady of Sorrows, and I do like this day, as it commemorates Mary’s com-passion as she stood by the cross of her son, Jesus. I wrote a couple of poems in honor of the day and worked on a Chaucerian stanza, which I hope to finish soon. It was going to use the word for FOWC today, since I try to be steadfast in responding to prompts and posting poems (see, I used the word anyway). However, today I felt kind of “off” and sad, and then depressed, and thinking too much about this day triggered the depression really bad. I apologize to anyone I took out my pain on today. The person I become when I am both angry and depressed is a shitty person! So anyway, I’ve got no poem for you today. Except for this, coming to my head right now:

Sorrows
Hit my
Insides and it
Takes a toll

VoilĂ !