This Feels Odd

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

OpenLinkNight #273

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?

A Quadrille, and Carl Sandburg

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.

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This quotation is so relatable. I knew there was a reason I liked his poems since I was a senior in high school. 😉

More Than a Hobby

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. 


Journal:

precious, detailed

remembering, preserving, keeping

record, memory, expression, connection

sharing, experimenting, opening

creative, honest —

Poetry

Stream-of-Consciousness

The prompt for today’s SoCS: Pro and Con fits well with DVerse MTB, Stream-of-Consciousness poems. I couldn’t resist! 


The pros and cons of stream-of-consciousness writing:

You can pen whatever happens to be in your brain

Without any sort of editing or strain, you don’t

even need punctuation or rhymes of any particular

Creation — Look, an abrupt change of thought,

I dash — — onto the text next topic my view

Is not myopic but see, a con is maybe,

The poem doesn’t make no sense — well,

That’s my two cents. And two cents can’t buy

Anything these days anyway.

Virtual and Mental Labyrinths

Today for FDDA, Fandango asks us to write about our daily routine. This is, thankfully, not a comprehensive list of what occupies my days! I’m posting this at the end of the day, so it might be too late.


These COVID times I daily find
My joy in staying mostly home.
I can’t find work of any kind,
So internet is where I roam.
I wander corridors of my mind
Soon to compose another poem.
To help me through I drink coffee —
Pandemic of insanity!

What Brings Me Joy

This is a day late for FDDA day 12, but it was also inspired by FOWC: Despondent. I consider myself a depressed optimist. 🙂


The morning sun’s rays through
The window as I write, relaxing —
Even if the day becomes
Mediocre, or taxing.
Even if I get despondent
Due to arguments or cancelled plans,
It gives me joy to contemplate
What substitutes are at my hands.

Familial Inheritance

This is a sevenling for Fandango’s Dog Days of August #5: Inheritance.


I have my father’s blue eyes,

Did not inherit my mother’s height,

But did get her figure (great!)

 

I have my grandmother’s love

Of pecans, Mom’s journal writing,

And Dad’s all-or-nothing personality.

 

Though I am a bit of everything!

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Photo by Ketut Subiyanto on Pexels.com

 

 

Creative Mess

This was inspired by MLMM’s photo challenge #326.


It’s such a mess in the cellar,
At the bottom of the staircase,
Underneath your living space —
It’s such frenetic happiness,
With every inch available
Covered with art from wall to wall!
It’s difficult to keep clean,
But that’s not always a need:
The artist knows what life means.

Through the Pane of Glass

This is for DVerse Poetics, where Peter asks us to write about the view out of our window. I’m posting late because I wanted to get a really good photo, but by this morning, I was willing to settle for this. 

 

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With the blinds open,
Yet hidden behind panes
Of glass and a screen,
I look out upon our lawn,
A pathway, trees and greenery:
The sky is blank today.
I see my neighbors’ houses
But no neighbors about.

Later I might see
Some people walking dogs,
The sun might smile.
It’s likely that I will
Stay inside, continuing
To observe the scene, writing.