I stitched carefully —
You came through
With a seam ripper
Weekend Writing Prompt
Ephemeral
I wish he could stick around.
Our time together was ephemeral,
When I thought it might last a lifetime.
We shared so much music,
Yet our own duet lasted only
A few breaths.
Spring died directly into winter,
As the world seemed upside-down.
For SOCS: Stick, MVB: Duet, and Weekend Writing Prompt.
Saturday Puzzle Piece
I have been relatively MIA this week, still writing but nothing post-worthy, and I have not even looked at any prompts until today. I still don’t feel especially inspired, but because I have been posting so irregularly, I wanted to write something or other. I found MLMM’s Puzzzle This and Sammiscribbles’s weekend writing prompt.
A breathtaking waterfall —
Wish that its beauty
And refreshment
Could be closer to me
Apathy in 40 Words
Nothing sounds fun. Music, reading, even writing Fill me with apathy: So much nothing It has a weight In my chest and belly, On my shoulders -- Yet still I live, Getting older, Getting through drudgery, Until life smiles on me.
This depressing poem is brought to you by 3 prompts: FOWC: Drudgery, MVB: Fun, and Sammi Scribbles’ weekend writing prompt. One thing I’m grateful for: even though nothing sounds fun, I still can write stuff. I also sat down at the piano for 5 or 10 minutes earlier this morning.
Which Thoughts Rule?
After reading responses from my fellow bloggers, I decided to write and share my own simple response to this week’s Weekend Writing Prompt.
No matter the thoughts which wreak havoc, rebel,
Remember the Goal, and peace will rule well.
Twelve Words
For Sammi’s weekend writing prompt.
Breeze
Rushing by,
Ever-changing
Vitality —
Is it gone,
To fade with
Yesteryears?
Sour
Here is another “zesty” free-verse poem. I almost forgot to mention that it uses today’s FOWC.
When life gives you lemons,
With no apology, no promise
Of ever getting better,
Use the lemon zest.
That’s an ingredient in
Many recipes, isn’t it?
Couldn’t you make a
Delicious dish, and spit that
Sour taste, back in life’s face?
At Least
Having been too busy yesterday to write much or to post anything, I want to write a lot today and maybe even post multiple times (this is your warning!). This poem was partially inspired by Brian’s prompt about “fleeting beauty” from last week. Also, it’s been hard because I’ve been eating a lot this week and ate a ton yesterday at my cousin’s wedding (how can you resist CAKE???). I hate to admit it, but the eating-disorder “voice” never really goes away…
One thing that I notice when I do eat more is, at Sunday Mass, I actually sing better, and my voice is stronger. 🙂 That makes me happy.
At least I could sing strongly.
There’s a certain zest for life
That’s missing when you won’t eat
Wedding cake, or what
Your body really needs.
There’s a certain beauty
That doesn’t fade.
“At least” I could sing strongly?
That’s everything.
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Writing that felt gut-wrenching. Pun intended. Eating disorders are very symbolic. 🙂 Okay, have a good day, all.
Lullabies
Brian’s prompt this week is to use the poetic device “Anaphora,” which is when lines begin with the same words. My poem was inspired by that, plus a “Weekend Writing Prompt” to include the word Goodnight in a piece of exactly 45 words. It’s too late to link up that one (especially because it was from 2 weekends ago!), but without further ado, here is my post for today! Linked with JusJoJan.
Goodnight, no more lullabies.
Goodnight, no more stories before bedtime.
Goodnight, I still hope for sweet dreams,
“Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite”
And try to get 8 hours of sleep.
Hoping to Dreamland peacefully to go,
Goodnight — also hoping for a happy tomorrow.
I Love the Internet
3 prompts fulfilled in just 19 words — FOWC: Stupendous, MVB: Information, and the Weekend Writing Prompt (even though it’s not the weekend anymore).
The internet:
Stupendous invention,
Even with the din of
Too much information
Assaulting our ears.
Feed hope, not fear.
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