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She planned to go at first light. But as the rays filtered through the slats, she felt a moment of doubt. No! It had to be now. If she didn’t go now, she’d never go. Her ‘no’ spun into a maybe until it was a yes. Then she’d be stuck. Forever. No! Now beckoned.… Continue reading Following the Sun
heart aflame, I cry my burning lips spilling pain as I am engulfed Image by Gloria Williams from Pixabay Thanks to Patricia's Place and her In Other Words challenge for the wonderful inspiration.
Rising wall of blue Chaos spins from his still eye Exodus denied Thanks to Susi at I Write Her for a great photo challenge. I live in Florida, so obviously Dorian has been on my mind for the last week. Feel free to interpret this piece as a statement on that bitch! Thankfully, we got off pretty… Continue reading Spinning Chaos
feeling gratitude for harmonic convergence and tranquil echoes In the current world context in which everything SUCKS, I’m trying to practice gratitude. I’m not very good at it! Thanks to Sue and Ronovan for (at least) reminding me to try! Sue's Write Photo Challenge Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge
to defy ennui a message in a bottle washed ashore today bearing the bones of our past as starkly bleached harbingers This bleak message was written as a response to the image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay courtesy of the wonderful Colleen's Tanka Tuesday Poetry Photo Challenge. Click for details and other contributions. For some reason, this week's… Continue reading bones of our past
Co-work or co-opt? Feathers spread like a peacock Mansplaining his theft Thanks to Linda and her SoCS challenge. T'was fun.
whispering, we cross a falsely drawn line twisting tales of old Thanks for the inspiration to Ronovan Writes. Our challenge: create a haiku using the words twisted and cross. I think of this haiku as my short ode to my favorite worst treaty--the Treaty of Guadalupe Hildalgo. "no human is illegal"
Wow. The line is out the door. I guess dying young will do that. Everyone you know is still alive. At least it’s not raining. Finally. Through the door! Damn. It’s like the line for Space Mountain. At least there’s music. Hmmm? What’s that song? What a Wonderful Life. That’s perfect.… Continue reading The Ear Worm
soft pink and luscious as plump as two baby pigs home from the market Thanks for the inspiration! Today's challenge words are luscious and plump. Check out Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge for details.
Enflamed and engorged My heart beats a bloody red Echoing desires For the delights of lost nights Or the release of found days This Tanka was inspired by two separate challenges. First, I love the phrase “echoing desires,” which was our challenge phrase from Putting My Feet in the Dirt. Secondly, Reena’s… Continue reading Desires: Lost or Found
