It’s been awhile since I hopped on to Colleen Chesebro’s weekly poetry challenges at Word Craft. Every week there’s a different theme to work with in any syllabic style we choose. This week is Poet’s Choice.
I was going through my notebooks of things that pop into mind, generally, from something I’ve read or seen. I didn’t recall why I had scribbles written down about Moses from the bible – but I’m quite sure I did that while watching Exodus: Kings and Gods on Netflix. But I thought I’d use part of those scribbles and expand, to go with the Haiku I’d written first. Uncanny what comes to mind. It became a biblical questioning. I’ve written a Haibun and Haiku.
Moses climbed Mount Sinai following the voice of God calling unto him. God wrote the Ten Commandments with his own finger, searing the laws into the stone tablets.
While Moses was gone for 40 days and 40 nights up the mountain, the natives below began to lose faith about the existence of God and began their doubts about Moses’ return. As people often do in human nature when they harbor doubt, gossip spreads among them and a new ‘want-to-be’ leader steps up and antagonizes by spewing doubt and fallacies about God, it doesn’t take people long to hitch their wagons to persuasion.
And the non believers joined together to build a golden idol to put their faith into, and pretty much broke every other law that God would ultimately write – raping, orgies and so on.
When Moses returns with the tablets in his arms and sees how little faith his people had, he threw the tablets to the ground and broke them. Of course, Moses did go back up the mountain for another 40 days and nights and received a new set from God. And as God’s punishment for non believing, he left his people to wander the desert as nomads for 40 years – enough punishment for a generation to pass in this lesson – kind of like when God was angry at what man had done unto his creation and flooded the world and started over with Noah’s Ark where only two of each species of animals, and Noah with seven other members of his family, sailed on it to survive God’s punishing flood to wash away all his creation, along with the sins of man to create yet, a new world.
I can’t help but wonder what God is thinking these days about what’s going on in his world now; what has man done now to His once pure creation? Are we beyond smug to entertain the thought that God is not afraid to start yet again?
Some will never learn.
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Today I’m back, hopping on to another of Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. Choose which style of syllabic poetry we like, using SYNONYMS only for the words: FAMILY and PEACE. I’ve written a Haibun with a Haiku.
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Are you ready to choose some syllables to use in your syllabic poetry this week? Ruth, from RuthKlein’s Scribbles, selected your two words:
Family & Peace
On the Monday recap, I’ll select someone to choose next month’s theme. For this poetry challenge, you can write your poem in the forms defined on the cheatsheet OR from the forms found on Poetscollective.org. You can read the full post at Colleen’s blog.
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In my world, these two words are a major confliction; family and peace in the same story. A tricky combination.
It’s the first of the month and you know what that means! Poets, choose your own syllabic poetry form, theme, words, images, etc. It’s up to you!
Numbing the Numbers
Fifty, one hundred and fifty, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand – give or take, and tens of thousands more.
Easy to discard emotions when we speak in numbers and not in humans.
When numbers grow exponentially we tend to lose perspective, and shock value of the severity of escalating numbers.
How long does it take to count to 100,000? Not just random numbers, each digit representing a human life.
Just how many ‘ones’ would it take to count into the hundred thousands?
If we were to know every one of the thousands who’ve perished because of a pandemic, our hearts couldn’t survive the grief. So, it’s easier to speak in numbers than to imagine thousands of ghostly faces.
This week’s Poetry Challenge at Colleen Chesebro’s blog is a free-write no synonyms required. I’ve written a Haibun Nonet. You can find the varied styles of poetry for this challenge below in description.
Voting across the world seems to have become a dangerous divide. With social trolling, smear campaigns, and some ruthless politicians, it can be difficult to make an informed decision. In this new attack mode on global elections, it’s important that we as voters, must do our homework before casting our votes instead of taking everything we hear from those who shout loudest. We’re encouraged to vote for our favorites, sometimes following the masses, when we should be looking for the best policies and and agendas before deciding on a candidate. In a world where capitalistic greed dominates for personal gain, I suggest we’re better off taking a look at what we don’t want from a candidate to avoid becoming blind to those who offer sugar coated promises.
This week for Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, I thought I’d try my hand at a Haibun and incorporate my Haibun with a powerful video that Sally Cronin recently shared at her Smorgasbord Invitation. Profound moments of time in the last 100 years of humanity. Powerful, memorable, and poignant moments in time.
Poetry Rules: – Choose your form of poetry and use SYNONYMS ONLY for the words – Hobby and Play
I’ve chosen to write a Haibun with a double Haiku
I believe with all the madness in the world, these moments in times of turmoil serve as reminders of ongoing world struggles we live through and somehow overcome. But the past has a way of resurfacing. This video is a quick refresher course on some of the biggest things in life that can happen to us – things we often take for granted thinking they’ve been eradicated – things we think won’t happen again. But they do.