Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday #36- 11-16-22 Mindfulness of Past and Future

Use FREE as your inspiration this week.

You should use the word in the title of this post as your inspiration as either a theme of the Sijo or in the poem itself.

There are:

  • Three Lines
  • 14-16 syllables per line
  • A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem

Each new season heartens the recent past toward the future
Because Nature is not a product of ‘luck’, but alive,
Free to act creatively yet bound to an eternal plot.

Unbelievable Glup Island (Jingle Potluck Monday)

Come to our island

Out in the blue sea.

Tourists adore it

Everything’s free.

Yes, enjoy it at GLUP

Whereabouts unknown?

It isn’t a time share

We’re not on the phone.

Most happen upon it

But oh, what they get,

The whitest of beaches

A neon sunset!

Breeze, faintly vanilla,

Ah, the seafood is grand

So perfect the weather

You can sleep on the sand.

Did I mention the warning?

A wee one, my friend,

Those who go swimming

Aren’t heard from again.

Only four thousand swimmers

Were cut off at the knees

While sunning and bathing

On crystal teal seas.

Come one, come all!

Look at me, I’m sincere…

The resort is so named

For the last sound you’ll hear.

The Most Bizarre Person I've Ever Met


Hiking with the Dog

When I was sixteen, a young man about 19 happened to stop by the lake where I stayed at a cottage. We “regular” kids hung out together after dark and, one night there he was, nap sack,guitar,Great Dane companion and some hash. (The kind you smoke not eat.)

I couldn’t imagine a life of roaming around.

He frightened me although he was such a likable fellow. Dog lover’s rate highly on my initial character evaluation.

I hung around just long enough to listen to his campfire romancing of the “free life”. I have to admit, it sounded like fun.

When he broke out the drugs, I left.

Still, I liked him. I don’t believe he was evil and I vowed never to judge anyone upon there choice of lifestyle again.

Within a day or two,he moved on. I remember considering giving him a loaf of bread. I didn’t though. Once he showed the drugs, I kept away. He may have bartered for the drugs so I felt I couldn’t assume he was a thief. At sixteen, the drugs were enough of a warning sign.

I can’t listen to Mr.Bojangles without him coming to mind.

Sometimes, at age 54, I still think of him. I wonder if it was as grand a life as he imagined. I hope so…

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