This décima is for Ronovan’s weekly challenge. This time, we are to use the word KNOT in one of the D rhyme spots. I finally came up with one that I think is good!
Some events, though past, are painful:
Still alive inside the mind’s maze,
Still unkind and more than a phase,
Too much joy they already stole.
No matter what happens, I’m whole,
And when the past comes whispering,
There is a place for forgiving.
Events that had caused such a knot
In me, by now have been forgot,
Or at least they have lost their sting.
For Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry prompt, I have written this poem. I’m not sure if it counts as an idyll, but I did use a lot of imagery of nature, and it certainly counts as a paint-chip poem. 🙂
Such a warm and sunny day, Yet stuck at home With nowhere in particular to go, What to do with this time, but bide? Where is life’s map I was supposed to follow? I dropped it long ago, Now we’ve all walked farther away.
Also, I have really fallen off the wagon for Paula’s February Love Me challenge, but here is what I am loving today: the sun, especially getting to, finally, read outside again in my back yard. It had been a while.
The rear-view mirror is colored rose, Forgotten is most trials’ sting, Only the best is what it shows, Is it better than now? Who knows? Every age of life has something Painful, causing tears or trembling. Another house stands down the road, Flowers and thorns fill life’s abode.
Day 15 of JusJoJan is themed, “button.” All I could think about was the expression “cute as a button.” My mom used to make photo albums (she still does, usually on the computer, though), and I remember seeing a page from when I was 2 or 3 years old, and I was probably 8 or 9 at the time. On the page was a cutout of a pink button with that phrase next to it.
My very literal, 8-year-old brain was perplexed by that, so I asked my mom, “Why does it say, ‘Cute as a button? Buttons aren’t cute.”
“It’s an expression,” she tried to explain.
Undeterred, I insisted, “But why?????“
I don’t remember how that situation resolved, but my mom certainly had a lot of patience with little Jenna. She may have gotten annoyed at my persistent questions (asking the questions that really matter, hahaha), but at least I was cute. 🙂
This post basically turned into an SoCS-style post, due to the fact that writing a poem about buttons proved impossible for me today. 🙂
Drink in the heady mix of this moment, Entirely yours for an instant: Let come whatever may, though Intention always consists of Gladness, in whatever form to find Happiness, for this thin slice of Time.