This is a free-verse “Ubi Sunt” poem for Linda’s paint-chip poetry prompt. The given words are pictured below the poem. This was inspired by the way that I write so much and so small that I often forget about poems that I have written or where / when I wrote them.
Where are the words erased,
Written lightly in graphite?
Even the words put down in pen
Are difficult to see, crammed
Without pizzazz in tiny spaces,
In need of illumination.
Where are the poems that I
Remember writing, remember liking
But can no longer find,
Buried as they are under years
Of other poem-filled lines?
From an old poem,
And the search is quick:
Memory and heart to weep,
For the person who’d connected
With the plaintive, seeming-timeless lines —
That same person now knows much more deeply.
The bridge between two days is called “Today,”
The past and future merge when it is Now:
Although this moment cannot ever stay,
And in a blink will need to take a bow
Without an encore, let Hope allow
A smooth transition to the moments new.
A brand-new land waits barely out of view.
For FOWC: Inadequate, a butterfly cinquain:
Piles of unread
Books, already dusty —
Inadequate time, even if
Long life —
The curse of the bookworm: leaving
Many tomes unopened
Having not met
A short poem today, for FOWC: Repeat and also inspired by the FFFC #125 picture (below). I also used the words for Ronovan Writes’ haiku challenge, even though I wrote a Lune rather than a haiku, so am linking to that. 🙂
we make plans —
time repeats tick-tock
as clocks laugh
I wrote this for today’s SOCS: “-igh.”
At twilight, when it is nigh nighttime,
I sigh, thinking of many ways I might
Have used time more wisely —
Yet waste is not a blight on the day;
I do think highly of being happy,
And at dawn’s light it will be a new day.
At the moment of death,
When life flashes before your eyes
And each event is seen —
What importance will it be,
What you’re so worried about now?
In life’s greatest overview,
What is more true and lasting than
Love? In faith: jump and trust.
I’m not exactly happy with this free-verse poem, but it works for FOWC: Overview.
This poem is in response to FOWC: Keen, and it also uses yesterday’s word, Anonymous.
I’m keen to know the secrets of the heart,
The hidden and anonymous parts,
The mysterious maze-like corridors,
The core from which a person’s life pours.
I wish to know the web of paths which led
To this beautiful moment, and the bad
Happenings now past — impossible, it’s said.
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 week’s décima has the word “wake” (well, almost) in the B rhyme line.
“This too shall pass”: the words are true;
The rising sun makes Earth awake,
Past shadows of night start to shake
Off, making room for what is new.
The sky is of a lighter blue
That speaks of peace and happiness,
That does not need to be flawless
To find delight: with clouds in sight,
Eyes recognize shapes in the white
Fluffy mountains of cumulus.