Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
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”
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 challenge to think about perspective got me thinking about the complicated idea of desire. Desire is very much a two- (or more) sided emotion. Individually, desire can lead to ecstasy but it also can leave us searching for an escape. As a collective, one person’s delight can be another person’s nightmare. In some ways, it’s all about perspective. So, those thoughts translated as this piece. Hope you like it (or not) … cause that really is about your perspective 😉
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 I’m trying to lift myself out of it. So thanks to Sue’s beautiful photo challenge for giving me a hopeful image to go along with the spark of hope coming out of Puerto Rico.
I’ll leave you with my title inspiration-Sam Cooke’s “A Change is Gonna Come.”
Peace.
What would he say when he saw them? Sparkly and pink, they matched her t-shirt and her lip gloss. Or would have, if she’d been brave enough to wear lip gloss. Baby steps. That’s her plan. Painted nails today. Maybe painted lips next week.
What was she so afraid of? She needed to live her true life. She needed to tell him! And she would. Soon.
Still, she remembered his menacing tone before last year’s talent show. “No son of mine is going to strut around like a painted whore!”
So, less Gaga. And more … what?
Baby steps.
Thanks to Carrot Ranch for a great FF challenge.
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 1917: “transporting crates of oranges.” Thus, this deeply probing look at my interior life 😉
Plus consider this, my Wear Orange for Gun Safety contribution.
