Past: A Décima

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.

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Go Where?

Once again, it is Quadrille Monday , and we are Going… Going… Gone Poeming. This is also for FOWC: Particular.

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. 

Dizzy

Quickly time passes; seconds run
To minutes, years from hours, days
And on and on it goes, always
Ticking off moments one by one.

At what young age had I begun
To be aware of how it whirls
So dizzily, turning that girl
Into a woman? Barely born
And so soon learning then to mourn —
Yet still rejoicing over pearls.

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Ghazal: Folly

After posting the paint-chip ghazal earlier today, I remembered this one, written about a month ago, on January 16, 2021.

clear wine glass on black table
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Forgive my folly, veritable wells of it!
Let it be written down, say not farewell to it!

Before its end, all pens would use their ink;
Were I given all time, I could not tell of it.

See how the heart makes passion come in waves —
Behold the ocean deep, the ebb and swell of it!

Even if you are not my Beatrice,
Could you not be my Virgil for the hell of it?

Now all that’s left are roses pressed in books:
One such sweet scent — this writer brings to life the smell of it.

Why?????

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. 🙂