Tired but Still Writing

I feel so tired, but I have to go to work in an hour. In addition, I can’t seem to write anything even vaguely poetic. 

I can be thankful that I get to go to work (especially since lately there haven’t been as many hours because we haven’t been busy, so they haven’t needed me as much). I am also thankful for the women’s group at my church, which just happened. It is better to go than not to go. 

Even with food and coffee, I’m still so tired. 

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Sitting here trying to write, I can be thankful for words,
For the coffee and the gentle breeze, on this sunny weekday -- 
And the warmth of friends who are like family, in sweet memories. 

A sijo for Ronovan Writes’s prompt. 

Wordless Wednesday

I guess I’ll just leave this here….

A Poem of Praise and Blessings

At DVerse, I learned of a new poetry form yesterday: the Kwansaba. I wrote mine about Thanksgiving, not any winter holiday, but I think it is done correctly. Also for FOWC: Claim.

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With family all around the dining table
Six of us, but that is enough
We feast on juicy ham, fresh bread
Baked today, creamy green beans, such savory
And sweet fare; we savor the time
Sweet absence of strife even for today.
I claim with honesty to be blessed.

Another Thing I’m Thankful For

This décima is for this week’s challenge from Ronovan Writes. The word is “stuff(ed),” which is appropriate considering that Thursday was Thanksgiving Day. Thanksgiving used to be absolutely terrifying to me because it felt synonymous with overeating. The last few years, thankfully, have been much easier. Even if I eat a lot of pie! It never completely goes away, but it’s been better overall.

Help me to be grateful

For Brian’s prompt about blessings, and I might as well link this with MVB: Thankful, too. 🙂

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Help me to be grateful for the wind,
Although it blows with force all the day,
Let gratitude’s spirit not rescind.
Looking, and truly seeing, to find
A brighter point; soon eyes are opened.

Help me to be grateful for the ways
Days unfold, which I would not have penned
If I could write it: I have a say
In how I see it, with heart softened.

 

Thanksgiving Day — Sometimes It’s More Difficult

The strong Santa Ana winds were blowing today. Those winds really annoy me, especially because my back yard has wind chimes, so I constantly hear the chimes. However, today being Thanksgiving, I asked God, “Help me to find a way to be grateful for this.”

I suppose one way that turned to not-so-bad-ness is that I was inspired to write a poem. Another good part is that the winds didn’t blow the entire time.

Haibun: Thankful For…

A haibun for DVerse’s Haibun Monday (it’s been a while!), also inspired by MVB: Packages.

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It’s not about what might come in little packages around birthdays or Christmas, not about what others might give me, nor even what I am glad to be able to give to them. I am happy for that moment when the whatever-it-is arrives on my doorstep, for that bit of excitement.

Was Blind But Now I See

Today I wrote this décima while sitting in my church. This was the first time I’ve gotten to do that since March, so that was amazing! This is linked with Ronovan’s décima challenge, with “blind” in the C rhyme line.

From Behind the Trees

I wrote this last night, after Thanksgiving dinner, once my family had gone home, and the rest of us retreated to our own activities. I’m not 100% happy with the ending, but I am sharing it now for FOWC: Fidelity, since the moon has such fidelity as a poetic muse, for me and countless others. I write about the moon so often that there is a category on my blog for “poems about the moon.”

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Gravy Volcano

I wrote a cherita for FOWC: Gravy, shared with DVerse OLN. Unfortunately, I missed the live event, but there was too much else going on. 🙂

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As kids, who didn’t love making volcanoes:

Either as a science experiment for class, or
One made of mashed potatoes and gravy —

A baking-soda-and-vinegar mixture, or
Gravy overflowing the potatoes on a plate,
As if that’s the biggest disaster one could create.