darkness floods my mind
then the moon fills the night sky
and calms the fury

Thanks to the following for the word prompt /photo inspiration. Visit their sites for details and other great posts.
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
darkness floods my mind
then the moon fills the night sky
and calms the fury

Thanks to the following for the word prompt /photo inspiration. Visit their sites for details and other great posts.
as dark becomes dawn
day reveals a new promise
brilliantly composed

Thanks to Sammi Scribbles (illumination) and With Real Toads (seizing the day)
She sat at the edge of the stream and stared at the house. Their home.
The tumbling water reminded her of a song. She could hear the melody in her head. But the words just wouldn’t come. It’s not fair. Songs are not her department. TV shows and historical facts. But not songs. That’s his lane.
He’s supposed to be here. He would know.
But he’s no longer here. Or there. In that house that was their home.
For just a moment she was overwhelmed by anger. Then frustration. But that stupid song would have to wait.
It was time.

Photo Credit to Brian Brakebill (who thankfully is still very much with me and continues to inspire me with his photos)
Inspired by and written for Friday Fictioners and the PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson with some further inspiration from Reena’s Exploration Challenge (home) and Fandango’s FOWC (melody) and Your Daily Word Prompt (overwhelm)
windows to the past
hiding in the dappled light
question memories

Thanks to Sue for the Photo Prompt and Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the Word Prompt
Cover Photo courtesy of Sue Vincent.
Window Photo (above) is courtesy of me.
wielding destruction
as a shield to be carried
she blustered and raged

Thanks for the inspiration Heeding Haiku (hurricane) and Fandango’s FOWC (carry)