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?

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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.

Like Water in the Desert

A 40-word free-verse poem for the Weekend Writing Prompt and for MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Opposing Forces. I’m really liking the Weekend Writing Prompts, especially when they are short. 🙂 My poems tend to be relatively short.


Too much time in the desert,
The drought-dry place starved of rain,
Always wondering, waiting, praying for an oasis —
Found when an act of love
Triumphs over unkind rays of hate:
It’s not a mirage, although
It may be brief.

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