Inspired by the Sunday Writing Prompt at MLMM (it might be a little too late), “The Little Things.” Also for FOWC: Realm. The other day, I was in my backyard and noticed a beautiful flower, so I took a photo of it. I posted it to Instagram with the caption (in part), “How can you be sad when you are looking at a flower like this?”
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?
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.
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.
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.
This poem was written for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry prompt this week. We can write in any form yet are supposed to use at least 10 of the 15 given words. Also for Writing Wednesday: Dehydrated.
I saw sunshine in your eyes,
A heavenly zest for life,
You were summertime,
Like watermelon eaten poolside,
Quenching the thirst of
My dehydrated mind.
I thought you saw
Clear skies, then
Out of the blue, what must
Have been a total eclipse,
Sudden, of your beautiful life.