Poetry, stories, art, and music from the desk of Jezzie G, a writer without a label
Inspired by and written for Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge – thank you Sue and GC
A Touch of Rouge
Form: Cywydd Llosgyrnog
Just a brief momentary glance
Right before thinking had a chance
Who said romance now was dead
As cheeks echo with a coy flush
Ad loud voices seemingly hush
Yet I blush with nothing said
©JezzieG2022
Some forms of poetry seem to have come out of nowhere, which appears to be the case of the Minute Poem Form. The guidelines are as follows
The poem consists of 3 quatrains. The first line of each quatrain has 8 syllables, and the remaining three lines have 4 syllables each.
The rhyme scheme is as follows
aabb ccdd eeff
Example
Flowers of Darkness by JezzieG
As dusk descends oblations bloom
In sacred room.
To gods of night,
For their delight.
The sweetest scents illuminate
The holy state
For us to see
The path to thee.
The flowers guide the Pagan child
With spirit wild
By lunar light
In sacred flight
Inspired by and written for Your Daily Word Prompt – thank you, Sheryl
Form: Haiku
as puberty bites
impatient demands for self
but adulthood sucks
©JezzieG2022
Happiness
A man and a woman lie on a white bed.
It is morning. I think
Soon they will waken.
On the bedside table is a vase
of lilies; sunlight
pools in their throats.
I watch him turn to her
as though to speak her name
but silently, deep in her mouth–
At the window ledge,
once, twice,
a bird calls.
And then she stirs; her body
fills with his breath.
I open my eyes; you are watching me.
Almost over this room
the sun is gliding.
Look at your face, you say,
holding your own close to me
to make a mirror.
How calm you are. And the burning wheel
passes gently over us.
Louise Gluck
Born: 22 April 1943, New York, USA
Nationality: American
Glück is a poet, essayist, and winner of the 2020 Nobel Prize for Literature. While in high school she suffered from anorexia nervosa and later overcame the illness. Often described as autobiographical poet Glück’s work is best known for its emotional intensity and for drawing on mythology or nature to reflect modern life
Yantra
2001
Classical Pop
Vanessa Mae
Classical, Classical Pop
Born: 27 October 1978, Singapore
Nationality: Thai-British
Mae is a violinist and has achieved album sales reaching several million, and in 2006 she was the wealthiest entertainer under 30. Mae also competed under the name Vanessa Vanakorn for Thailand in the 2014 Winter Olympics alpine skiing
Perfect Love
Form: Saraband Sonnet
She is a mystery to me
Just how she does it all and some
Being all things, she needs to be
Whatever gets thrown in the mix
She hears my pain both big and small
As she finds that emotional fix
So, I can stand and stand up tall
Her perfect love every day
Seems fearless when crying my tears
I know she loves me anyway
And I wonder how she does it
Her love seems a bottomless pit
As she makes me smile when I’m glum
And I am grateful for my mum
©JezzieG2022
Questioning Forgiveness
Form: Epistle
It is far easier to forgive other people, to let them off the hook, and take the blame for their actions onto myself. They can’t help it; they don’t mean to – too often I hear myself saying or thinking that. In some ways, it makes forgiving others quite self-destructive and that can be problematic
Forgiveness shouldn’t be about letting someone get away with what they do wrong. However, all too often that is exactly what it means. They want forgiveness so they can shift the blame and consequences onto others and feel better about themselves. Is that what forgiveness is?
And there lies the problem for me. Sure, I can forgive someone for what they do to me so they feel okay and let me take the blame for their actions as normally they will say it’s my fault anyway. It probably is in as much I let that person get close enough to make me care about what they do or say to me.
The art of forgiving self is so much harder because I judge myself harsher than anyone else ever will. That is not surprising given the inner critic will always be the unkindest critic there is. Somehow, I must find a way of letting it go when I feel I am beyond my own redemption and that really is about self-acceptance, accepting my faults, accepting my weaknesses, and being okay with that. Sometimes it is also accepting that someone else could help it and did mean it. And it is not my fault they are an asshole.
©JGFarmer2022
You may enlarge any image in this blog by clicking on it. Click again for a detailed view. I post images of Vermilion Flycatchers from time to time. Usually, it’s the males, with their brilliant scarlet plumage. Personally, I believe that the females of this species are just as pretty as are the males, just […]
Vermilion Flycatchers — Females — Sonoran Images
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“The happiest people I know are people who don’t even think about being happy. They just think about being good neighbors, good people. And then happiness sort of sneaks in the back window while they are busy doing good.”
Rabbi Harold S Kushner
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Forgotten Remnants
Distant memories scattered inside my mind,
the litter from past laughter and pain
forgotten remnants of time that remain
as barriers that my heart lingers behind.
A heart that loved and lost, battered, and scarred,
the stains no soap and water can remove
ingrained by years to leave another groove,
agony's welt where loving senses charred.
Dark empty places yet love lights a flame,
a dream whispered by a sweet tender voice,
once more the heart and mind must make a choice,
the old battle that always ends the same
For it is only when I let myself feel
the joy of love, my pain begins to heal
©JezzieG2010
Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day
Didst make thy triumph over death and sin,
And having harrowed hell didst bring away
Captively thence captive, us to win:
This joyous day, dear Lord, with joy begin,
And grant that we, for whom thou diddest die,
Being with thy dear blood clean washed from sin,
May live for ever in felicity;
And that thy love we weighing worthily
May likewise love thee for the same again;
And for thy sake, that all like dear didst buy,
With love may one another entertain.
So let us love, dear love, like as we ought:
Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught
Jezzie G 