This was inspired by Writing Wednesday, for which the prompt word is “master,” and also this prompt about joy. On this 25th day of February, I am loving those days when you are joyful for no particular reason! I did see a butterfly in the afternoon, which is a plus. 🙂 This is just a quatrain, but I am decently happy with it.
The DVerse Poetics prompt is about paradoxes today. Please follow the link to read other poets’ submissions and lovely examples of paradoxes in poetry. One of the options we were given is to build a poem around one of the given lines, and I am choosing the line, “I am the mother of sorrows; I am the ender of grief;” from the poem “The Paradox” by Paul Dunbar. The first thing I thought of was Our Lady of Sorrows: Continue reading
For Frank’s current haikai challenge, I wrote a haibun about Ash Wednesday.
The ashes that are used to mark the foreheads of the faithful, as a sign of repentance, grief yet hope, are the ashes from the burnt palm branches from the previous year’s Palm Sunday. Since Palm Sunday was cancelled for the public last Lent, I wonder which branches were burned. They were burned along with the hope of certain earthly pleasures — a reminder that this was never meant to be anyone’s true home.
Journey to destination
Because life is Lent
This haiku was inspired by Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge, “Justice.” I am sharing this poem with JusJoJan: Spell because I had to spell some words in order to write this post. 🙂 I am also linking to DVerse OLN. Unfortunately, I missed the live portion, but it’s okay because I was having a very good day even without that. I hope to make it next time. Tomorrow I intend to post a longer poem than one haiku.
In this post from last week, I shared a picture and 2 poems inspired by it, wondering if I would start a series by reusing some of the lines to write different forms of poetry. Well, here is the next installment of the series: a Shakespearean sonnet (hoping to try a Petrarchian sonnet soon)! Shared with the Writers’ Pantry at Poets and Storytellers United.
The dove of peace brings healing in its wings,
The shining sun comes not so far behind –
A confluence of pinkish hues it beings,
The easier some happiness to find.
The dove of peace reveals itself to men
Although it often seems to’ve been delayed:
It can be shy, and finds its welcome when
True prayers of trust, like little stars arrayed,
Light up the people’s dark thoughts’ sky. Those stars
Provide much comfort when they’re born and rise,
Against despair and woeful words which mar –
With peace past understanding as the prize.
Thenceforth can many faith-filled flowers grow,
No matter which direction the winds blow.
How many of us are filled to the brim,
Fatigued from fate’s capricious whims?
How many feel like their blood boils,
Are disappointed, despite their toils?
A cold glass of water, with crushed ice,
Then a generous glass of wine, would be nice.
Maybe instead of only saying “Cheese,”
We can eat some with delicacies.