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! 🙂
Here is autumn again —
When I become popsicle-like
During early mornings and nights,
I know what it is to be hungry.
I know what it is to tell myself I am content. Continue reading
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.
In my twenties I am still a novice at life.
It’s certainly not the composition I’d imagined
When I was a little kid, naive and not so broken.
Give me a hint as to how to have more to show,
Other than writing a million poems with countless rhymes,
While trying to take it one day at a time.
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 —
The world is ending.
Hard to accept
The world is looking
Its course is getting
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.
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:
Insides and it
Takes a toll