Ronovan gives us the inspiring prompt “Overcome” as the theme for sijos this week. It was hard to write about in only 1 sijo, but I decided to write about overcoming an eating disorder.
Food was the enemy; there was nothing more terrifying,
It was quite a war, even now there are times when I’m still fighting,
You never get through the door, to the new world — you are the door.
Hardship shall not beat me down, No matter how hard it tries: Though it tries to make me drown Hope floats, and never quite dies. Mind tries not to believe the lies Of never being enough -- Continue though the road is rough.
My response to FOWC: Hardship. I used the word “tries” several times and wanted to find a good synonym that still fits the poem. Part of me likes that repetition because it underscores the fact that we always have to keep trying. Even if we say things like “Hardship shall not beat me down,” it can be difficult to live with such determination.
I began this poem yesterday for the DVerse Poetics prompt about good and evil and finished it today in order to share with Open-Link Night. It is written almost like an inner dialogue. I wanted to vary the rhymes a little bit more, but I don’t know; maybe the monorhyme for half the poem works.
Supposed to think of life as greatest gift,
But tired of trying hard to spirit life.
Come and get a little lost,
In the darkness, high cost.
Come and listen to accusers.
Fight against that voice, that we won’t lose her.
After a rest, the monster
Stirs, peace it defers.
She tries to remember all that life offers.
For DVerse’s Quadrille Monday. Our word is punch, and we write a poem in 44 words. Also for FOWC: Beginner.
Out of nowhere depression says, "I'm gonna kick your ass," And even after years I feel a beginner As it gets stronger, I'm outclassed. For a day I'm down on the ground, But I'll punch it in the face Next time it comes around.
Not sure how poetic the phrase “I’m gonna kick your ass” is, but at least there was rhyme. The monster does seem to be getting stronger; even though I know lots of “coping skills” now and have friends and even medical help, I just can hardly handle it these days…
Sharing this image from the DVerse post:
This is a poem I wrote today, which I am sharing with DVerse Open-Link. We are going live today, so I intend to read this aloud. Not sure if I like the ending. It is hard to end poems well, at least hard for me to do so, so I am interested in feedback (and also wanting to use Fandango’s one-word for today 🙂 ).
Strength comes from loving. Strength comes from sitting with others in their sorrows, Without attempting to convince them of better tomorrows Just sitting, being a comfort in their crying. Strength comes from crying. Being what society says is strong for too long, Finally admitting that times are terribly trying Such that it seems a curse just to be living. Strength comes from living. Strength comes from loving, sitting, crying, trying.
It’s Thursday evening, which means it’s time for my last-minute submission for Brian’s weekly prompt! 🙂 This time it’s about intuition. To fit with the theme (and also to put less pressure on myself), I wrote it mainly in a stream-of-consciousness style. Also for MVB: Alone. Photo credit: Collin Guernsey on Pexels.com
An intuitive child, made to feel alone,
Carried these feelings until she was grown.
People say “go with your gut” —
For her there was a glut
Of emotions she could not handle,
Of anger and sadness she was full.
And she ignored her gut so that she starved,
Until she her own loving niche carved.
Brian’s prompt this week is “success.” He gave us an extra challenge: to write a pantoum, which I finally did tonight. However! It turned out way too depressing and despondent! If we’re talking about success, I want my poem to have at least one note of hope or happiness (or success XD).
As it’s now the end of the day, I wrote a short cinquain to share for now.
There was a picture I wanted to share with you, but now I can’t find it.
Tiring.
Day after day
Challenges repeating:
Success comes from not giving up.
So don’t.
For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I am continuing to explore my poems from May 2019. I finally decided to share this one, from May 13th of that year. Not too dark. Enjoy. 🙂
The only way to not survive the fight
Is to give up; the spirit can’t be killed
But only ceded, so keep hope in sight:
It is not God who has destruction willed,
But satan lies in wait. Though he is skilled
Remember not to forfeit; watch and pray,
And God will give you victory today.
Today’s prompt at the NaPoWriMo site offers, “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that argues against, or somehow questions, a proverb or saying.” Reading that, I immediately thought of a poem that I wrote a while ago and have already posted, but I cannot help reposting it today. I know that’s cheating ( 🙂 ), but I promise that I am writing new poems today and that I will try to write a NEW poem for this prompt later today! Here is the original post.
For the Cosmic Photo Challenge, I have these photos, taken this morning. I sure had fun playing with the effects in the first one! The second one features my family’s pepper mill, haha.
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