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Sage and Vine – Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge

 

fruits of the vine

mature with age,

and so does sage.

wisdom, she lost,

buried in the deep cups

of the grapevine.

© Jacqueline 2019

 

Thank you Ronovan, I enjoyed this prompt.

Sage &  Vine

 

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The numbers…

These are
the number of kisses that we’ve had
the little dinners we have held
the evening walks on Tuesday’s end
the glorious sunsets around the bend

These are
the number of laughter we have shared
the times our silence has been paired
the million tiny tales we’ve told
the times you held me when I cried

These are
the moments we lived as we foretold
the times that slipped and went untold
the many nights our eyes went unslept
the promises made and yet unkept

These are…

busting at the seams…

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I don’t do drugs,
she told herself in consolation,

yet she stuffed her face
and got sedated
on pies and cream cakes,

her righteous self
busting at the seams

This is me of late. Guilty! I am an emotional eater and when I’m unduly stressed like I’ve been for many weeks now, I go into eating overdrive.

Unreachable…

I searched his eyes
but he was long gone

wandering a private,
and distant place

a landscape with no zipcodes
and no maps.

I tried to call him back
all in futility

he was stuck
in the corridors of silence

unreachable…

© 2018 Jacqueline

This poem came to my mind when I heard of Senator John McCain’s passing. I don’t know him personally except for what was made public, but I developed a healthy amount of respect for him as I read a bit more about him. May His Soul Find Rest.

Uninvited…

I saw it coming.

I grudgingly said hello.

I allowed it to simmer and linger.

Depression.

That uninvited guest.

Comes to spend the night on your couch,

and ends up

staying for weeks on end

in your room and bathrobe.

I have my episodes, like I did this past week and a lot of times they are triggered by very innocuous, mundane things. such as a break in my rituals.

Sometimes, I can’t even put a finger on the precise point of trigger, or even encapsulate my emotions properly in words. What I do know, however, is that as hard as it may be to get out of that bed and bathrobe and face your day, for those of us who go through these down times, it’s very important to focus on daily pick-me-up rituals. They have a way of keeping you grounded.

 

Peeking Into The Future…

Do you often wish,

that the future ahead,

you could surely foretell;

knowing every step?

Ω

I stare at the tea leaves

willing it to reveal its secrets, 

I swirl my cup gingerly

but nothing comes up.

I am not a psychic

waiting on tea leaves to tell secrets,

I possess no crystal ball

to peek and tell the future.

Σ

What would life be

if everything is known?

For the fun of living

is to unwrap each day.

©

2018 Jacqueline

Let me ask a pertinent question, have you ever had your tea leaves or coffee grounds read for you? I am curious.