The world spins around Bringing a spark of new hope As fuel for the flames I've been WP MIA for a couple of weeks. Between the heat and the constant rain and the general state of our world, I've been uninspired or depressed or lethargic. "Whatever" has been my go-to feeling of late. Ugh. But… Continue reading A Change is Gonna Come (Hopefully)
as we spin a tale the beauty of youth turns foul burning in plain sight Thanks to Colleen's Poetry Challenge for the opportunity to shout into the wind about climate change!! Today's challenge was to write a poem using synonyms for the two challenge words. I used "beauty" for pretty and and "foul" for ugly.
outside looking in watching you through downcast eyes forever fearing Photo by Lisa Fotios @ Pexels.com Thanks to Kat for this thought provoking image. It's not my usual micro-fiction Twittering Tale kind of offering but once this thought grabbed my brain, it wouldn't let go.
Free from care. Carefree. A cosmic joke or the truth? Only time will tell. Thanks to Sammi for an interesting prompt. Not sure my deep thoughts translated into a great 14 word haiku but I enjoyed the challenge.
the light beckons me into the dim passageway and offers me hope Thanks to Sue and Write Photo for the inspirational photo. Click here for details.
through her eyes he sees tomorrow’s promise of joy hidden till that day Thanks to Susi at I Write Her for the haiku challenge and the great photo by Elena Mikhaylova
A sea unending Shifting countless grains of sand Inspiring wonder Thanks to Sue for the inspirational photo. Click here to find out more.
thick skin, hard to peel sweet and juicy underneath am I an orange? I’m currently in research mode, so the book on my desk is Raymond Arsenault’s St. Petersburg and the Florida Dream. Following Linda's directions, I closed my eyes, flipped it open, and pointed. I landed on the description of a photo from circa… Continue reading Metaphorically Speaking …
Awaiting their time To spread their wings and take flight The dashing pair sleep This buggy haiku was inspired by seeing these rascals (pictured above) firmly stuck to the side of a building last night while walking home from dinner. Social media posting help me identify them as dasychira meridionalis. Honestly I’m still creeped out… Continue reading Don’t Call Me Daisy
moments of silence commemorating the dead kneeling silently to send our thoughts and prayers silent bows of surrender Once again ... twelve more murders to add to our list of shame. Twelve more people gone because our so-called leaders refuse to stand up to the NRA. Twelve more deaths that will be met with the… Continue reading once again …