A sign in the garden

Today’s stream-of-consciousness Saturday is an interesting prompt: we are to write about the memories / associations we have with whatever happens to be to our left, when we sit down to write. I was sitting in my back yard and saw a new. little sign in one of the pots in the garden: “Plant a seed and watch it grow.” That was the seed for this post. πŸ™‚

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The First Day of May

This short poem is for today’s SOCS: May. I’m not 100% happy with it, but because it’s stream-of-consciousness, I wasn’t allowed to think too much about the poem while I was writing it. XD I also began to write a poem for today’s FOWC, but since I’m not sure if I will finish it…. I stuck the word in my pre-poem ramblings. πŸ™‚


Mary’s month is all of May,
Joseph the Worker is today:
Let us know our dignity,
As we celebrate and pray.

May we make humanity
Treat each other lovingly,
This holy couple as our guide,
Inherent worth let us see.

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Ill-Fated Dessert

For SoCS, our prompt is to find a word or words that contain “-oop.”

Getting out a spoon to scoop
Some ice cream — oops!
Across the room it flings,
Hitting the window coverings
And sliding to the floor.
Happy ice cream turns to Poor
Me needing to clean up.
Then I fill another cup.
This silly poem is inspired by the fact that ice cream straight from the freezer is impossible to scoop and is loosely based on what happened when I (tried) to dish out ice cream a couple of nights ago.Β 

Differences

Today’s SoCS prompt from Linda G. Hill is “difference.” Because I really like math, one of the first things I thought of is that “difference” is the answer to a subtraction problem. πŸ™‚Β  Then I wrote this, which I think counts as a cherita.


The answer to a subtraction problem —

How much has changed, to make life
Foreign and strange, yet better in some ways?

What has been taken away?
Do not forget how much is left:
What has made a positive difference?

California Calamity

Today’s SoCS prompt isΒ “starts with cal,”Β and the first thing I thought of is calories, but we’re not going to write a post about that. πŸ™‚ Hmm… Calzone (yummy!). Oh, yeah, California, calling… But California doesn’t need to call because I am already here.Β  I hope we don’t experience any calamities anytime soon. I’m pretty scared of earthquakes.


shaking California ground
comes upon us sans one sound
the thing that causes much fear,
potentially always here —
nothing like the “quake” started
last March, in the year departed,
life can change quickly, warning
not possible, lingering sting

March

Linda G. Hill’s SoCS prompt today is “day/week/month/year,” and she also invites us to write about our past year, SoCS-style or not, due to the one-year anniversary of this pandemic being declared. Regular readers of my blog probably already know how this pandemic (and especially the government’s response to it) has affected me. How to describe this past year, besides “crazy” and “surreal?” It was and still is especially hard for me because March 14 and 17 have been significant anniversaries in my life for years, and so all of that together is… :/ However, I acknowledge certain amazing things, particularly an online prayer community, which would not have happened without this pandemic and the lockdowns! Continue reading

Inspiration

One thing I am loving today is….the act of creating art. I guess you could call this the “flow state.” This stream-of-consciousness poem is for SOCS: above/below.

Above all, I wanted to just post something today. Yesterday I didn’t post anything and hardly wrote anything, either. Until about 8 p.m., I had only written one poem, and the good news about that is, by the time I went to sleep, I had written another 3 poems in my notebook. Their quality, however, is dubious and most likely below average.This is my second poem of today. Let’s see if I have any luck in following this mysterious and winding stream.

Those days that I love the most
Are the ones when I am least aware
Of my own thoughts. No reason to boast
Or be ashamed, I am simply there.
I am playing music at piano keys,
Or writing poems by hand in ink.
Perhaps I feel not aloft on the breeze,
Neither do I in dark depths sink.
I am spending time in the presence
Of those I love, and Love itself,
My very being exists as intense
Creative force, which is my wealth.

Catharsis

For FOWC: Cathartic, I have an acrostic poem. Sometimes, what is really cathartic for me is to type a free-verse, ridiculously-honest, stream-of-consciousness poem into a draft but then not to post it. When that happens, I’m often tempted to post it anyway, but in the end I decide not to let my freak-flag fly that much. πŸ™‚ Another thing that I find cathartic is to throw ice cubes outside, into the concrete, while yelling about whatever is bothering me. It’s actually rather fun, although I usually do it when I’m alone so that I don’t get any weird looks from my family.Β 


Cry
And rage,
Taking aim,
Helping
Acrid
Rancid emotions
Taper
Into a
Calmer stage.