Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

Metaphorically Speaking …

thick skin, hard to peel

sweet and juicy underneath

am I an orange?

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Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

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 1917: “transporting crates of oranges.” Thus, this deeply probing look at my interior life 😉

Plus consider this, my Wear Orange for Gun Safety contribution.

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Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

Don’t Call Me Daisy

Awaiting their time

To spread their wings and take flight

The dashing pair sleep

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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 by them but I wish them well as they transition to this.

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And thanks to Ronovan Writes for the perfect prompts (hope/dash) for my new buggy friends! I substituted awaiting for hoping because I liked the way it sounded.

Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

once again …

moments of silence
commemorating the dead

kneeling silently
to send our thoughts and prayers

silent bows of surrender

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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 useless platitudes. Twelve more families to add to the seemingly unending list.  Twelve more ….

Thanks to Linda’s SoCS prompt for giving me a forum for my silent screaming.

Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

bleeding heart

taste my bleeding heart  

its sweetness drowned in fury  

battered by the fight

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In the words of the fabulous Dixie Chicks I’m Not Ready to Make Nice so (try as I might) not even the word prompts of sweet/heart could quell my rage. But thanks for trying Ronovan Writes.

 

Haiku & Other Poetry, History, Random Rants, tutto e niente

on adverbs and outrage

truly, madly, deeply … a song

truly, madly, deeply … a movie (with Alan Rickman!)

truly, madly, deeply … a partial list of adverbs to be avoided if you want to be a “real” writer (according to conventional “wisdom”)

truly, madly, deeply … a partial list of adverbs that inadequately qualify and/or modify how truly, madly, and deeply angry I am this week

truly, madly, deeply … #youknowme

truly, madly, deeply … a haiku

a song sung fiercely

truly madly deeply felt

demands to be heard

truly, madly, deeply …  WE WON’T GO BACK 

Many things inspired these random ramblings and specific outrages including Linda’s SoCS challenge to start my post with an adverb.

Not sure this is what she had in mind … but stream of conscience it is.

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Image from breakingthroughtheglass.com/2018/02/02/feminism-types/