This week’s décima challenge from Ronovan Writes is to use the word CHASE in one of the C rhyme spots.
A nightmare blooms inside my head
When I lie down to sleep tonight:
Subconscious seems prepared to fight
As into its strange realm I tread.
As body sleeps snug in my bed,
I’m trying to pick up my pace
To outrun what attempts to chase
Me, but as expected I’m caught.
Can I unlearn what has been taught,
To find a new dream to embrace?
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. 🙂 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?
This was inspired by FOWC a few days ago but mostly by MLMM’s Tale Weaver: Time For Change. Also linking with PSU’s Writers’ Pantry.
The alarm incessantly dings, and it seems the
Clock is chiming, “It’s time for a change!”
A huge task: A plethora of aspects
Could use revising; life might seem strange.
Yet even small changes feel the same.
It’s certainly time for me to stop
Feeling pained, drained, and afraid.
For February — another thing that I love:
I love the Catholic Church! Specifically today I am talking about the many saints honored in the Catholic Church. Today being February 3, it is the feast day of Saint Blaise. One of the traditions of this day is the blessing of throats, since St. Blaise is considered the patron of those with throat diseases. For the blessing, the priest uses special candles.
Saint Blaise is just one example of the hundreds, if not thousands, of saints honored in the Church! We also have many other strange traditions, but that’s another thing I love about Catholicism: It is a little weird. 🙂
I even wrote a limerick about today’s saint!
Today on the feast of Saint Blaise,
Parishioners had a malaise:
A disease of the throat,
Yet Corona gloats,
For they must be shut in for days.
Thanks to Paula Light for the idea to post about something we love during the month of February.
Today is the 11th day of JusJoJan, and the prompt is “Letter,” which is easy to write about because every post is made up of letters. 🙂 I have started several more poems today than I have finished. Many letters have a line but no stanza, and some stanzas stand alone, without a poem. Maybe I could write a poem about that.
Alright, I’ve actually written something now: dabbling in a Quadrille for DVerse Poets. Continue reading
This is a reverse cherita inspired by several prompts and my need to use dark humor to cope with darker happenings. 🙂
MLMM’s Tale Weaver: Basket Case
JusJoJan day 8: Twisted
Poetry Prompt: Scattered
I cannot remember all the scattered pieces,
Each and every fragment of fiber woven,
Twisted, made into this locked and loaded
Container held harrowingly in the hand of some
Demonic monster carrying 300 million people.
Where are we going and why are we in this handbasket?
Upon reading “Flying Fish” by Carl Sandburg for the first time, I wrote this response. Sharing with DVerse Poets’ prompt, “A Conversation.”
I have lived in many half-worlds myself:
Something simultaneously hopeful and harrowing,
Days which are both depressive and lifted,
Days when despair drowns in floating faith
I have dreams in which I breathe
Under the seawater or up in the sky:
A wing thing. A fish thing.
Sometimes I have lived in that in-between —
And so I know you.
image from Pinterest
A décima using BASH in the D rhyme line. I thought about using “bash” like a party, but being bashed over the head sounded more fun. 🙂 As an introvert, I am only half joking.
This is a haibun for FFFC #98 and Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge about the New Year / Cold Moon. I tried to come up with a good title, but they were all either too silly or too sad. I don’t want to make the reader sad right from the get-go. 😉
She lies awake, waiting for the ball to drop in Times Square, for the new year to be ushered in with customary fanfare — or what passes for fanfare (or custom) in these strange times. Times Square is empty, people in their homes, hoping for a fuller year ahead.
silent snowy night:
wolf under cold moon
I wanted to post more than just a haiku today, but this is for FOWC: Nerve and also Ronovan Writes’ haiku prompt for the week, so that is good enough for me. 😅 The title is kind of a joke.
In a world gone mad,
Nervous we might never get
Back to being sane