Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation: Heart of Stone

Image by Frank Winkler from Pixabay

a stone for a pillow

me, just another cicada ...

so shrill, like crying

how this fits my current mood

sitting broken in the dark

~Bosha & cie~

notes

The Hokku was created by Kawabata Bosha (1897-1941). I am responsible for the Ageku.

I Remember

I remember when I found out I was going to lose you
There was nothing that could he done to save you
That you would be dead before the weekend was done

I remember feeling as if a nuclear bomb had hit
That I was still alive seemed a cruel joke
How could I be expected to live without you?

I remember feeling frozen inside after you were released from your dying body
Instead of releasing the pain in my soul through tears
I became cold and angry

Little friend who brought joy to my sad heart
Forever I remember

CIE

Prompts:
Withrealtoads.blogspot.com

Because I am using my tablet tonight, I could not really follow the prompt exactly as written. The photos of Lafayette were taken by me, and I limited my word count to 100.

Napowrimo.net

Write about something you remember

I hope you folkers realize that it is very difficult to compose a poem when tears are fogging up your glasses and blurring your already less than perfect vision.

I Wish

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I Wish

 

I

 

I wish I could do something to make things better

 

 

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II

 

Wish I could keep you safe in my pocket always

 

~Cie~

 

Alexandrine forms created for The Reverie.

Trapped

 Not my art. I wish! Afraid I don't know the source.

Trapped 

I feel like I’m trapped

In one of those old movies where the earth does open

I thought we could find some place to anchor

But we are still adrift, floating

 

O tired song of what we thought

Repeating endlessly within our heads

Mocking the reality of what we now know is truth

Sometimes it takes too damn long to become dead

 

I used to think if I could go back in time

I’d beat my younger self just like a thug

But these days I’ve so much sympathy in me

I’d give that lost and hurting soul a hug

 

We cannot foresee what is to come

The moments of happiness are few and far between

The moments of tragedy weigh us down like stones

I would not wish on anyone the things I’ve felt and seen

 

People do not long for youth to be young and pretty

We long for youth so we don’t have to know

About all the losses we will face in life

The myriad of sorrows stoop our shoulders when we’re old

 

~Cie~

Prompts used:

1. those old movies where the earth does open – Fault by Ron Koertge
2. but we are still adrift, floating – Song Book by Naomi Shihab Nye
3. O tired song of what we thought -The Snow Leopard Mother by Jennifer K. Sweeney