February Has Come ~ Haiku

February is special to my family. It is the month of my parents’ wedding anniversary. Oh how romantic of them, you might think, to choose this month because of its connection with Valentine’s Day, but no, far from it.

You see, my parents have always had a special devotion to Our Lady ~~ so they chose to wed on her Feast day, or rather the day after. It would’ve been their Diamond Anniversary last year, but Mom had gone on just a few months before. Now, their wedding anniversary is almost near, and while my Dad finds strength and consolation in his faith, I know sadness and longing linger in his heart as with the rest of us. So here’s another verse for my Mom…

A Poem at Dawn

Sometimes, the Muses come visiting at unexpected moments, just like in the early hours this morning. Thus this reflection-poem of mine came to be.

I

 Waking up at dawn

 I see darkness around

 Only flickering lights

 Beaming from buildings afar

 Cast a shimmering glow

 to everything below

 For a second I wonder –

Who’d need the stars?

 Nothing ever though

 can Overshadow

 the Wondrous shine from

 Those heavenly bodies…

 Yet

 in that hour,

Blackness covers the sky.

 II

Sleep still tugging at me

 I recline on the seat

 By the window

 and turn my gaze

 at the sleeping city

beneath my feet…

Everything is still

 Everything quiet

 Save for the rumblings

 in my mind

 which I quell

by my Prayers

III

Gazing by the window

I wonder

Could there be any other soul

Brooding as I do

Over the vast view

of our side of the metropolis…

Or perhaps someone

from his own window

Watching me

Watching the world outside?

Adrift

Change course…

Far too long I’ve drifted

Like that bark on the stream

fallen from its tree

It seems;

The shore far from sight…

The horizon blurs in the distance

I sink in the whirlpool of my

imaginings

How can it be?

I get a grip

While the faint sound of the bell

beckons me still

Time is of the essence here

my dear

No time to waste.

Well Runs Dry Haikus

There are moments like this…

Self is lost

in a dungeon of despair

the Well runs dry…

a dungeon of despair...

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fret not dear Self

Hope’s in your heart

All will be well

up from a dry well...

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Thus, it is either you feel down, lose hope, hate yourself…Or be your own best friend, especially in moments of spiritual backsliding, hold onto your faith, look up to the Source of your inner power and creativity, and soon, everything will be fine again.

Writing 201: Water Haiku

Haiku 1: Moving On

Pen in hand

Day is calm

The blue waters beckon

Pen in hand

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 Haiku 2: Freshness

early morning dew

Early morning dew

Saddled on life’s newborn leaf

Eaglet in the sky

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      Haiku 3: Reborn

Heaven’s blessing

Heaven’s blessing

the Waters of Baptism

Soul’s new life

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 Today’s poetry challenge on The Daily Post’s Writing 201 involves writing about Water (prompt), and/or a haiku (form), and/or use a simile (device).

Silence’s Shadow

Who could ever live with

Sounds that mar the peaceful rhythm of the hours

just before the break of day?

Nary a soul perhaps

Except for one who

at times

seeks to hear again and again

the comforting echo of a

Song’s refrain…

if only to flee

the lingering

Shadow of silence…

Writing Prompt courtesy of The Daily Post’s Ebook: 365 Days of Writing

O Dear Victim Soul I Pray

O Mom, my Dear Victim Soul, I Pray

In God’s Eternal Peace

Find Your Rest;

Ever do I offer my unending love

And cherished memories of you…

In God’s Eternal Kingdom, you are

Surrounded by Angels and Saints;

So now I seek your own

Holy Intercession;

Watch over us here your family

While we still journey as

Earth’s Pilgrims…

With Mary and the Saints

Bring us closer to God in faith

Each day, I pray

Amen