a rivulet of run off
slow melting point
Our foot of snow is slowly melting and my huge snowdrift is getting smaller. I will be glad when I can get down my drive without passing through a huge snowbank on either side!
Facing performance anxiety-
my lifelong vocal nemesis-
is like flying with clipped wings;
floating in an updraft,
crashing to the ground.
This songbird has
For mindlovesmisery prompt: Immobilizing paranoia
I have had performance anxiety my entire life. As a singer, it has been a lifetime of frustration and terror. I love to sing with all my heart, but I am limited by my inability to sing in front of others. So I compromise and record songs and put them out on my other blog. At first, just recording them was a herculean effort, although with practice I am much more comfortable knowing that all I need do is erase it if I don’t like what I hear. Someday I would like to sing live. I am to record the background for my dad’s memorial service and I cringe at the thought that others will hear it. But I know my dad would love for me to do this for his service, so I shall persevere.
sparkle dusted dewdrop
floats down on white lace pointed wings…..
I love snowflakes. My favorite poem is a children’s tale I wrote when I was 16. You can read it HERE if you wish. Snowflakes are the last vestiges of magic left to us in this often dreary world. Tiny sparkling latticed stars floating with the breeze. Take a moment to really look at one just once this winter and fall in love with them.
Cinquain: 5 row syllable verse with 2,4,6,8,2 syllables to each line in this order
Oh, generous joy!
my internal perspective
gives hope for each day.
Bright transforming fixation…..
the dark, dour mask, stripped away…..
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God has blessed my mom with great joy following my dad’s death. She knows he is at peace, and has received prayers and remberences from around the world. She feels blessed for having had my dad with her for 47 years. She truly has the “peace that passes all understanding” and has been my light throughout our time of grief. This poem is dedicated to her strength and Christian testimony.
Tanka: 5/7/5/7/7 syllabic haiku
Chara: Greek for joy
Goodbye flashpoint-wasted year
I’m 45 years “young” I fear.
Ungrayed, face unlined,
my skin has not “done its’ time.”
“Years have been too kind”.
Underneath surface real
Dorian Grey cells reveal….
Ninety years I feel.
Halfway to ninety in years yet so close to it in feeling. I took a number of liberties with the standard Senryu
Senryu: same as Haiku structure but the theme is generally related to feelings or relationships while Haiku stresses nature