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.
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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
This is for FOWC: Auspicious and was inspired mostly by MLMM’s photo challenge #345. I think that this might make a good start to a longer piece.
Sliver of the moon
Silver way up there,
Obsidian in the mirror —
Such a strange sky:
What an auspicious sign,
Sighing I see mystery
Wondering what it means.
This quadrille is for DVerse, and when I saw the post title, “In the Inglenook,” I thought it must be gibberish because I had never heard that word before! Maybe it’s because I live in California, where we have no need of fireplaces (or, therefore, of inglenooks 🙂 ). Anyway, I am happy to have learned a new word today; here is my attempt at a quadrille!
But first, the definition quoted in the original DVerse post:
For those of you not familiar with the word, here is a definition:
INGLENOOK (noun,English)- A close intimate corner by a fireplace where people gather for warmth; from ingle, a hearth (Scots)
For SoCS, we are supposed to right about something maxi and/or mini. My first thought was miniskirts vs. maxi skirts (minis are horrible, but maxis are comfortable, and I really like them 🙂 ), but then I thought about the state of the world and about calculus because I am a nerd deep down. I’m more of a “word nerd,” but I like math, too. Anyway, this intro part is getting to be its own stream-of-consciousness, so without further ado, I have something that was supposed to be a haiku, but I messed up the syllables.
Maximum and minimum:
Such confusing calculus
Such steep rates of change
Some people like to-do lists. Not me. I find the onus of having several tasks to do enough, thank you! Making a to-do list simply adds one more task to the list in my head (which sometimes feels a mile long, but thankfully I have a decent memory, so I usually don’t forget about anything that needs to be done). Well, I might forget, but if that happens, then I remember again soon enough, before it gets to be too late.
Okay that’s two things off of my mental list: respond to SoCS and FOWC: Onus! Now I need to get ready for a Zoom meeting….
I wasn’t going to post this, but here it is: an attempt at flash-fiction for FFFC #92. The image is below. I am also sharing this with the Writers’ Pantry.
Side note: I just realized that I have been writing and posting about space a lot lately.
My attempt at a Jisei (Japanese death poem) for DVerse MTB. I’m not sure if I did this correctly; I did not use a haikai form but still tried to give it the same style as one. I’m also linking this to MLMM’s Tale Weaver, which is about beginnings. This was inspired by an actual experience I had yesterday, not that I literally saw a ghost, but it felt like it, in a way. Continue reading