There Are Some Things I Don’t Regret

This was inspired by the current 6-word story prompt, but like I did last time, I wrote 6 lines of 6 words each, in order to make it into a poem. Also for FOWC: Repugnant, MVB: Reread, and the Blogtober prompt about “A Memory.” By the way, I know it’s day 17 of Blogtober, and I’m just now starting to participate, but my motto is “Better late than never.” If you want to hear my thoughts about yesterday’s prompt, too, I can post about that! 🙂


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October Celebrations

October is inaugurated
With the feast of Saint Thérèse,
A shower of roses, when
Many other plants are dying.

Saint Faustina is October fifth,
Reminding that Divine Mercy lifts
All penitents from lowly misery:
Nights are long, yet rays of light are shining.

On the seventh, perfect number,
We celebrate Jesus’ immaculate mother,
Known as Our Lady of Victory
Through her prayer weapon, the rosary.

On Halloween, the eve of all Saints,
A frightening picture our culture paints,
Yet even amidst those witches and ghosts
Courage flourishes with heavenly hosts.

Patron & Patroness of the Missions - Pontifical Mission Societies

For this week’s Weekly Scribblings (a couple of days late) about October. Ideally, I would want to write more quatrains because I skipped from October 7th all the way to October 31st, but I haven’t memorized this month’s liturgical calendar. I’m sure there are at least a few other awesome saints that I could include next time. 🙂

Procrastination

This is a décima for this week’s challenge from Ronovan Writes. We are supposed to use the word “oops” in one of the C rhyme lines. Since a new challenge will be posted tomorrow, it would definitely be an “oops” not to write and post one today. 🙂 I did almost forget about it. Also for FOWC: Poor and MVB: Fondness.


Despite fondness to post and write,
Feeling like writing is my core,
Of much time to write I feel poor
Sometimes, all spent, out of sight.

To use time well is oft a fight,
More often than not, I say “Oops!”
But quickly hawk-like my mind swoops
Upon right words, poem is my prey,
As I at last redeem today —
Before the clock flies through more loops.

brown and gray bird
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Old Film

I wrote this for MLMM’s photo challenge #381, and also for yesterday’s one-word challenge, although it’s too late to link up to it at this point.


No contemporary movies
In this old, abandoned place,
Yet how many stories
Might that light retrace?

Which ghosts of the past
Still fill those rows of seats?
Sans knowing these stories,
Is the present complete?

Photo courtesy of Jonny Joo, One Big Photo.

Uncomfortable Truth

For FOWC: Macabre.


“Memento Mori” isn’t always too macabre
But it is truth we’d rather not touch.
A stack of books with skull atop
Reminds that one will never read so much,
And what’s the use if knowledge isn’t used?
“Memento Mori” means we’re not confused
About all of mankind’s eventual end,
Nor the type of life to which we ought to tend.

white skull on white wooden table
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SoCS : My…

As the title shows, this haibun is for stream-of-consciousness Saturday. It is also in response to FOWC: Field.


My major in college was French, and I have considered working in the field of education. I have always loved languages, and my high-school French teacher imparted to me a deep love of that language and culture. I had been considering teaching it at the high-school level, but I’m not sure about being a teacher anymore, especially since Covid has left so much up in the air. Masking and “social distancing” is still a thing, and when will this ever end? It also sets a disturbing precedent because what about when the next contagion comes along? This wasn’t supposed to be about Covid, but that’s what you get with SoC writing. Look at how Covid infects EVERYTHING, still, these days!

the future
a foreign language
no one knows