I’m happy to have written a décima for this week’s prompt: Zip.
People have one mouth and two ears:
Important, then, is listening
To what one’s neighbor is saying —
Blessèd is everyone who hears!
Yet injustices lead to tears:
Strong overpowering the weak,
A better world most people seek.
God did not create people’s lips
Only for them to remain zipped —
How crucial, then, it is to speak!
I colored the picture below for Linda H. Hill’s coloring club for June. A sonnet, which I’m sharing below, was inspired by the picture. 😊 I intend also to write other types of poems about that Bible verse, which I did with a different picture a few months ago. See here, here, and here.
May feet be like those of a nimble deer,
Upon the heights enabled now to tread,
With simple courage pushing through all fear,
Out of the comfort zone gradually led.
Out of the valleys of despair and death
Up to a place of rest, more solid ground.
No longer so afraid of height nor breadth
Of paths ahead, nor challenges around.
A fawn becomes a deer as legs grow strong,
Its mother helps at first to stand up tall:
Immediate it’s not – can take a long
Adventure to at last no longer fall.
Stability of earth, be under me,
Until I reach heights of eternity.
I wrote this preemptively, 3 or 4 weeks ago, but I didn’t want to forget about the idea I had. The way things have tended to be during the past year or so, I felt that it was okay to congratulate myself in advance. 🙂
Update: linked to the Writers’ Pantry on 6/20/2021.
I have done it:
I have gone around the sun again.
I have gone many thousands of miles per hour,
Seeing a variety of seasonal scenery,
Only to arrive back in the same place.
There is no way I am the same person.
I have fought and won
Bloody, but currently
That has to be enough.
I colored this picture last October.
This poem, a Diamante inspired by last Sunday’s Gospel reading, about the “mustard seed” of faith creating a much larger plant, is built on contrast, so I’m linking it here.
Seed
Tiny, insignificant
Waiting, germinating, sprouting
Container, power, trunk, sapling
Growing, reaching, leafing
Tall, strong
Tree
Because I want to post something today, here is something that I’m linking with DVerse’s prompt about repetition.
You think with time it will ease.
You think you can kiss away all my worries.
Yo don’t understand the hurt is too deep.
You do not see how much I keep
Trying to stay upright in a mental gale,
Something that ought to feel like a breeze.
You do not see my strength start to fail.
I almost forgot about this week’s décima challenge, so here is my response. This was also inspired by FOWC: Lucid. I used to have nightmares a lot, and they were mostly very repetitive. Eventually, I learned how to control my dreams better so that my dream-self would not keep falling into the same traps!
This décima is a response to the current challenge from Ronovan Writes, “Whim” in one of the B lines. I was also inspired by the idea of finding an audience for my poems and its importance compared to being true to myself (not that they are mutually exclusive!).
This is a décima for Ronovan Writes’s current décima challenge: Gold.
A sailor sets out, brash and bold,
To venture into the unknown
Sea towards where his dreams have shown.
To find a treasure chest of gold.
His map is faded, brittle, old
Yet with great trust he starts to sail,
As nascent dawn makes the sky pale —
Adventure, not only gold, gleams:
Happy to be following dreams
Knowing that courage cannot fail.
Inspired by FOWC: Corridor and shared with the Writers’ Pantry this week.
I never put trigger warnings in my posts, but I will for this one. TW: mental illness, suicide
This was inspired by the official NaPoWriMo prompt, which is “to write a poem that poses a series of questions” (I hope this fits) and also the Weekly Scribblings prompt about liminal space. In case you’re wondering, I actually feel better after writing this. I thought maybe I shouldn’t post, but I couldn’t resist responding to 2 prompts at once. 🙂
