Ronovan Writes SIJO Wednesday Poetry Challenge #50- Sober Minds

Temptation

You should use the word 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.






It’s a human temptation to react according to heart.
Only the wise know better from lessons of such a folly.
Our hearts inspire but sober minds are vital to evolution.



https://ronovanwrites.com/2023/02/22/ronovan-writes-sijo-wednesday-poetry-challenge-50-use-temptation-as-your-inspiration-this-week/

d’Verse Poets Pub- Haibun Monday- Hear Me Whisper

Let’s write our haibun that references the heart, in whatever context that you conceive. For those new to haibun, the form consists of one to a few paragraphs of prose—usually written in the present tense—that evoke an experience and are often non-fictional/autobiographical. They may be preceded or followed by one or more haiku—nature-based, using a seasonal image—that complement without directly repeating what the prose stated.

When animals hibernate in the winter, their hearts slow to a barest minimum for sustaining life. I often imagine frogs at the bottom of a pond or chipmunks in channels below the ground living life as a faint whisper one soft infrequent heartbeat at a time. In those long pauses is a mysterious hushed eternity that leads to an electrical instant of reclaiming life. Almost dead…ALIVE…almost dead...ALIVE…

Some say winter is a time of silence, of nothingness. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Can you hear it? Winter is a thrumming pause when Mother Nature’s life-pulse is the loudest to those persevering toward the Spring.

“Hush now” winter wind,
Hasten life to fill the void.
Her whispered rhythm.

https://dversepoets.com/2023/01/30/haibun-monday-1-30-23-heart/



Prosery Valentine- d’Verse Poets Pub- Love Cuts

Write a piece of prose that incorporates the given set of words and they have to come in exactly the order given, but you may break it up with punctuation.

The maximum number of words is 144 (which is a gross) including the given line. Many try to hit that mark exactly, but it’s not mandatory.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper

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As I looked on, the butcher wrapped the raw heart in waxed paper… then into a brown paper bag. There was more than the usual blood about, so the burly man grabbed a mop and scoured the area under furious pressure.
He growled through clenched teeth,
“I promised you the moon, Gladys? It is a moon wrapped in brown paper, now!
Tell me again how you should have given your heart to that sailor, Darling.
What? At a loss for words once in your life! TELL ME!”

All I could do was watch.

The butcher tossed his tools in a closet then scrubbed his crimson hands.

I raced toward the bright-lighted exit as the room got all fuzzy, then heard the slamming freezer and my husband screaming.

Gladys!!! How ’bout I give ‘sailor boy’ YOUR damn cold frozen heart on-Valentine’s Day?! He’ll love THAT!”


144-words
https://dversepoets.com/2022/02/14/prosery-valentine/

The Price of Kindness

On Saturday morning, I took my granddaughter to the grocery store. As we were putting our groceries in the car, a man stepped into view who was talking on a cell phone in an agitated voice.

The gist of his “conversation” was that he’d run out of gas in an unfamiliar town, that his gas gauge must be broken and he had only two dollar to get gas which wouldn’t be enough to get back to Springfield.

His performance was very good. He added that he was afraid and pleaded with the “person” on the other end to help him and he was also trembling. Oh yeah, he added that he had been visiting his mother before he had gotten lost.

Katherine was buckled in and as I put the last bag in the car, I interrupted him asking,” Would ten dollars help?” He said some thing like, ” So much for you guys, some nice lady is offering me help! Thanks for nothing.” and he closed his phone. I could hear Katherine saying, “Oh grandma, that’s so nice!”

At this point, my instincts said that I was falling into a scam but my heart was unsure. What I did know, was my granddaughter was witnessing human kindness.

I needed change, and since Kat was buckled in, I locked her into the car to go to the desk for ten dollars.

When I came out, I handed the grateful, still teary-eyed, man the ten saying,”Please pass this kindness on to someone else one day.” His answer was, “I sure will. Karma is a good thing.” He walked away.

If I had been a man, my next step would have been to say, “Hey, I’ll give you a lift to your car.” This would have cleared up the scam or not, but inviting a stranger into my car would have turned a kindness into a reckless act.

On top of it all, I had decided that the lesson for my granddaughter was worth ten dollars and no longer cared if I had been fooled. I had spent ten dollars on more foolish things, for sure.

Katherine and I talked while we rode home. I explained that this man may have been lying in a very practiced scam but, since I wasn’t sure, thought it was a good thing to help. Also, that it is never a child’s job to help an adult. Dealing with strangers is never good for kids.

And now, two days later, I am convinced that I had been scammed as I replay the events. I would have still done what I did, though. And karma may have the last laugh, if that man was taking advantage of the kindness of others.