Time flies. We’re at mid year. It’s hot as hell.
So I’m in a somewhat celebratory mood. But more of that later. Here are the words culled from the poems submitted to last week’s prompt.
Rosalyn: eternal, cycle, magic
Jules: grace, moon, celebratory
Barbara: wake, follows, usually
Irene: border, natives, incarnated
Rick1: clay, shape, planet
Rick2: memory, grandmother, bowl
Stimmyabby: wood, flame, glinting
I did a double take because “grandmother” cropped up in both Rick’s and Stimmy’s work.
Here’s Rick’s haiku:
I place a button
in her memory bowl
Pithy. So what’s inside your bowl this week? Is it empty, or full, or half half? There’s always a dichotomy when you ask that question. It’s a trick question. It’s meant to trick the mind or something. It’s a matter of stance. So your posture matters. Maybe life is meant to lead you to a certain posture. Or a certain persona. That becomes the summation of a quest.
Whether you like it or not, life comprises both failures and successes. You lose some, you win some. Here’s an interesting epiphany. When you come away empty, it could be a blessing in disguise. You’ve lost something. But you’ve gained something else. This is my son’s lesson for today. He had applied for a scholarship and lost. The reason he lost is so that he could qualify to win a far better scholarship today. Wow. Blessing in disguise. So there is a grand plan.
Now if that’s not something to celebrate, I don’t know what is. Celebrate God. Celebrate a stance. Celebrate your grandmother. Just go write something celebratory, won’t you? Then celebrate that you wrote a poem. Heh.