Eventually for all of us, this
Ubiquitous ceasing of earthly
Life arrives — what is left behind?
One’s family, friends, one’s love,
Good memories and a gracious state:
Yesterday’s gone; what words live today?
This is for SoCS, and the word today is container. I wrote a cherita pretty much as quickly as possible. 😅
I think about the containers we keep food in:
Glass or plastic bowls, tin or aluminum cans —
I think about the container for baby Jesus
A manger, a feeding trough, for Him
From the beginning the Bread of Life,
So that we can contain the divine.
This is for Ronovan’s décima challenge, a bit too late, but I figured this week, better late than never. 🙂 We are supposed to use the word FALL in the B rhyme spot. By the way, this is almost totally unedited because I really wanted to get it done tonight, so your comments are appreciated.
Life’s not like fairy tales we pen,
Only one it is like at all:
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
And could not be put right again.
Pessimism’s tempting, often.
Nevertheless, I hope to write
A story a little more bright,
Even in some uncertain days —
Reality all hope betrays,
But other ends are in dream-sight.
For today’s SoCS: “__tion,” we are to write using word(s) that end in -tion. The most important rule is no editing!
Creation is so wonderful,
And so much floats around my head,
With poetry my mind is full —
But can we create what we’ve said?
Are these just words or will they be
The seeds of blooming novelty?
Today’s stream-of-consciousness Saturday prompt is “Collar.”
I was hoping for an easier word today than “collar,” and since this morning I have been wondering, “What kind of poem can I write about that?” What rhymes with “collar?” Dollar, holler, squalor….staller…which is what I’m being by putting off writing the actual poem! Maybe a limerick would be good.
There once was a mutt with a collar,
Who sadly did live in squalor:
His previous owner
Was a bum and a stoner
Who spent his very last dollar.
This is in response to Angie Trafford’s Writing Wednesday prompt, which this time is “unfocused.”
My brain is that butterfly
That I can’t help noticing
Out the window, taking time
To stare at its mesmerizing wings —
My brain is that butterfly,
Fluttering from one idea to the next,
So many flowers so little time
To drink all the nectar before wings
Of whimsy take my brain away;
My brain is that butterfly,
Which wishes to explore infinitely
But not for long to stay.
Rosemary is hosting this Sunday’s Writers’ Pantry.
It’s an unprompted link-up, but she did talk about Shel Silverstein and shared one of his poems. That inspired this cherita, since I was a fan of his children’s poetry when I was in elementary school. I had forgotten about that until Rosemary helped me remember. 🙂
As a child in the library, I read his books of poetry:
Those whimsical, silly rhymes planted poet-seeds,
Also containing lessons waiting to germinate.
Today, encountering these words, they speak to me
Of truths I have only just begun learning,
Of letting the words start blooming.
I just got switched to the block editor today, and it definitely feels odd. https://fivedotoh.com/2020/09/03/fowc-with-fandango-odd/ That’s the link for FOWC: Odd, since I can’t figure out how to do a better hyperlink (the kind that was so easy in the classic editor). I should probably consider myself lucky, since it seems like, for whatever reason, my blog was among the last to be switched over.
I had very little inspiration for poems today, several ideas but little more than phrases. This is extremely odd for me because, usually, even if I don’t post, I write 4 or 5 poems a day.
I suppose I’ll try to write a poem about this awkward new editor….Sharing also with DVerse Open Link
These blocks do not impress,
Why the heck, WordPress?
I hope I’ll learn to use
This goofy thing, or choose
Somehow to go back
To “Classic” editor, whack
This into internet oblivion.
To disgruntled voices listen:
If it ain’t broke don’t fix it,
Why won’t the coders nix it?
This poem is a quadrille for the DVerse prompt today. Our word today is “bum.”
Summer has been a bummer,
But the mind is my delight.
If my face has looked glummer,
I’ve still been able to find bright
Spots: no job but lots
Of music, reading, and poetry.
I am happy to not need
Busy-ness as a bumblebee.
The prompt for FDDA day 22 is “why writing matters to you.” In addition to writing poetry for this blog (and many other poems that will never see the light of day), I write daily in a journal and have done that on and off since I was 5. In my first journal entry, I wrote the Ys backwards, so I’ve basically been writing since before I could write! This poem is a Diamante about why I write.
remembering, preserving, keeping
record, memory, expression, connection
sharing, experimenting, opening
creative, honest —