I Am God’s Plaything…

Possibly the first time I have ever publicly responded to MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Same Same, but Different. We are given a list of 5 words and are asked to use synonyms. Follow the link for more info. This was one of my 11 poems written yesterday.


 

I am God's plaything, partnering
unwillingly with Loss, as Time
flies by, wearing fleet-footed Mercury's 
sandals -- yet the fire of Life
does not die quickly
Enough. 
               But I love so much. 
Don't ever hurry past the greenery,
Nor the moon, nor winged things of beauty.
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So Loved

You know that you are so loved —
By whom? Just by God
And my mom?

A cruddy quinzaine poem for MLMM’s Saturday Mix. I’d like to try to write another one, but that’s where my mind’s at. Like, maybe there are 2 other people besides God and my mom (but they didn’t fit in the poem). Overall, people don’t care. Unless you say that you want to die, and even then I don’t think they care, so much as they don’t want to feel like they let someone die.  I don’t really want to die right now; it’s just the depression is horribly symptomatic (and has been for, like, years).

The Third Wheel

picture taken in my backyard in mid-April

For MLMM’S Saturday Mix: Lucky Dip, the poetry form is called a Septolet. It is 14 words over 7 lines, in 2 stanzas. Finally, I have written something to go with this photo; I’ve had a draft for 4 months!

"Third Wheel"

She
Forlorn flower,
Unchosen third wheel

Never preferred 
Second choice
Sees happy couple --
Sulks

This form was fun, so I write a second one (about a not-fun thing).

"Chronic" 

Depression:
Sustained assault
Sucking life dry

Vampyric leech
Underneath skin
Parasites away life --
Incurable 

Prompt Responses

Author’s note: this is a rant and probably TMI, but I do not care. Read at your own peril.

Obviously, this is my just-for-fun (and holding on to whatever shreds of sanity I have left) blog, and I am not obliged to post every day, but I wanted to respond to the one-word challenges. I am using plenty of commas, since that is the word for MVB today, and MVB stands for “My Vivid Blog,” by the way. 🙂

Some people spell the word “coma” with two ms, which is confusing. Being stuck in a coma is bad, but being stuck in a comma would be even worse, as you would never even finish your sentence.

Also, is it just me, or do most people suck at being friends? I hope I’m not among that number, although I probably am, especially on really-depressed days (like yesterday, today, etc.). They’re not obliged to respond to my texts or anything, but really, I was so distraught yesterday and no one was responding to me. Thank God for the new emergency number, LOL.

As always, as long as I am breathing, I am writing; today I have finished 2 poems, am in the middle of 2 others, and have space — at least my muse is hopeful — for 3 more.

Well, whether this post was amusing or a bore, I’ll end it here. Thank you for anyone who read the whole thing, whether you would agree with some of the things I’m saying or would argue that I shouldn’t post this stuff. 🙂 See, I fulfilled another challenge! 😀

Productive Wednesday?

I’ll  work on this today for sure.

— me, this morning and every morning, although I often to not work on the thing

I used this line as the beginning of a poem, another “Trochee 7/5,” a form which I found out about from MLMM last month. The poem is also a response for this week’s Saturday Mix: Opposing Forces.


 

"Work on this today for sure":
So I always say,
Yet when night comes will I write
All that much today?

Brain of mine does sometimes stop,
Poems laborious.
Yet I'll start here and go there,
Be victorious.*

           *wishful thinking? 

For One-Liner Wednesday.

An Ongoing Robbery

Depression and anxiety 
Take away so much from me,
That tag-team ongoing robbery
Of happiness and peace.

Plastering a smile on
Not always real, joy gone
Sailing ‘til an unknown dawn
Reeling, waiting for storms to cease.

Depression and anxiety
Build a cell, and sell the key,
Keeping me there hostilely,
Not planning my release.

A poem for FOWC: Robbery, MVB: Plaster, and MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Double Take. I only used one of the two pairs of homophones (and “sail” but not “sale”) but included a different pair. I hope that counts. 🙂

P.S. This poem does not describe my current emotional state.

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Little Penguin

I just remembered the Saturday Mix: Lucky Dip prompt on MLMM from last Saturday! I actually wrote 3 (now 4) responses to the prompt but didn’t like them enough to post. So now, I have intentionally written a stupid poem, just have something to post, as the prompt expires in an hour or so. It was inspired by the front of my current poetry notebook. 😆 Also linked with FOWC: Scene.

Behold, the little penguin 🐧
Little Penguin guards my book,
Looking very cute --
What if there's a snowy scene, 
And it played a lute?

Penguins colored black and white, 
Like a music staff -- 
I hope that this silly poem
At least made you laugh! 

Some Days, and Others

A short little poem for FOWC; MVB; and Same Same, But Different. That prompt is about finding synonyms, and our words for this week are:

  1. run (which is today’s MVB prompt word 🙂 )
  2. yell
  3. blue
  4. wrap
  5. smoke

 

Spirit so sad it makes me
                    want to sprint away,
     (If i had the energy) --
Body so tense it makes me
                 want to scream,

I am enveloped in mist,
Squinting to see through this haze,
                 and sometimes I do,
Today being one of those days.
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