The Space Between

I wrote another thing! This short piece is for this prompt about a journey and for Writing Wednesday from a week ago, “point.”

Not every point on the journey is lit —
How often must we walk in darkness
Or with trepidation, with faintest illumination?

Yet the space between stars creates constellations,
Space mostly unknown to the human eye —
While asking why, take in the tapestry of sky.

starry sky
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In My Head

This was inspired by the Saturday Six-Word Story Prompt, “paranoid,” but rather than 6 words, I wrote a poem of 6 lines with 6 words each. 🙂 I kind of want to post something better, but there’s not enough free space in my calendar today to finish all of the poems that I’ve started today! 

Well, that’s a lie: my calendar is actually very empty. The only things on it on a weekly basis are Mass on Sundays and the library on Friday mornings. Oh, and some sort of poetry writing every. single. day. 🙂 Today, so far, I have started 7 and finished only one. HOORAY!

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Putting Words in Order

One thing that is extremely frustrating for me is when I want to respond to a specific prompt, but I can’t seem to think of anything at all, let alone anything good! Sometimes, I feel stuck and can hardly write anything, with or without a prompt! I didn’t write much today that’s post-able, but here you go, a poem about this frustration: 

Words and fragments floating in this mind
In a fashion frenzied and unkind —
How difficult to with coherence write,
Before this day sleeps, and turns to night!

Ubi Sunt

This is a free-verse “Ubi Sunt” poem for Linda’s paint-chip poetry prompt. The given words are pictured below the poem. This was inspired by the way that I write so much and so small that I often forget about poems that I have written or where / when I wrote them.

Where are the words erased,
Written lightly in graphite?
Even the words put down in pen
Are difficult to see, crammed
Without pizzazz in tiny spaces,
In need of illumination.
Where are the poems that I
Remember writing, remember liking
But can no longer find,
Buried as they are under years
Of other poem-filled lines?

Ghazal: Life and Freedom

I’m a bit obsessed with ghazals right now, so here is another one, which I worked on yesterday and today, and which was partially written for FOWC: Repose and this prompt about immersion.

You know better than I what’s died in me.
My God who’s living still, abide in me.

One dream not dead has been this poetry,
Ideas are a spring ne’er dried in me.

A verse which starts despairingly finds hope:
See, these two sides have always vied in me.

In words’ expression there is some repose,
Despite immersion in emotions –strong tide in me.

A life not merely written nor read, but lived:
Sparrow-song calls, may freedom be satisfied in me.

I wrote a ghazal on July 7th.

Yesterday I didn’t post anything, but I still wrote a few poems over the last 2 days. Although some most of my poetry is depressing, if I don’t write anything at all, then that’s when you need to worry. 🙂 After reading a few ghazals the other night, several of my own, new couplets were dancing around in my head, so I wrote them down so that I could sleep. The next day, I finished the ghazal, and here it is. I kind of like it. 

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Friendly Words

For today’s FOWC: Essay and a repeat ( 🙂 ) of yesterday’s because why not. Today is a lot like yesterday, in general. Yesterday I left 4 partly-done poems in my notebook, which is very unusual. My hope is to finish those and whatever other ideas that I have gotten or will get today.

Repeat: the same as yesterday.
No need to write an essay,
Just a poem, here at home.
Words keep being my friends
So I am not alone.