Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

“she had it coming”

donning my own unique style

 BUT

why so sad

you’d be pretty if you smiled

 

throw a punch

shake a hand   

your smile is the spark

 

rough words

polite talk

your smile is the spark

 

amusing tale

grim reaping

your smile is the spark

Photo by Marco Antonio Casique Reyes on Pexels.com

 

Don’t blame the prompts for my 44-word dark take. I’m just feeling cynical today. Check out both MLMM and dVerse for the rules and some great writing.

 

 

Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

September Ends: So What?

As someone who lived in the Midwest United States, I am obsessed with the weather. It’s hard not to be. It can shift rapidly, not just daily but hourly.

I also know that when I talk about the weather, I often say “when I was a kid ….” And although it may be annoying to the youths, it is the truth. When I was a kid, September meant the end of summer (not just the start of school), Halloween costumes were almost always hidden by our winter coats, it often snowed at Thanksgiving, and we always had snow at Christmas. What this September taught me AGAIN was that the weather has shifted. It was as hot as hell. It was nearly 90 degrees (Fahrenheit) last week. Every day I would shake my fist at the sky and yell I need summer to STOP!

Thank goodness, the second week of October has finally brought some cooler temperatures. October means sporty jackets and cute boots and hot chocolate and afternoon walks and fall foliage and … Oh NO! October is already halfway over. November looms with its dark days and cold nights and … actually, November last year was beautiful. Did I mention that the weather has shifted. Climate change is undoubtably real and really bad for the planet, but it is nice that it rarely snows before January now. (We need a sarcasm font.)

And now quick verse to summarize the above rant. 

when September ends

Summer’s green days fade away

A fable once told   

now October’s sun burns red

an admonitory tale  

Thanks to FOWC (NEED) and the writer’s workshop and dVerse for their challenges to reflect on September and October. 

Plus, I would be remiss if I didn’t give a shout out to Green Day’s Wake Me When September Ends

 

Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

falling

I love the Fall. I love jackets and scarves and boots and hot chocolate and blustery days. But I also love the feel of Fall. I love knowing that the changing colors and the bare tree branches aren’t just about the end of summer. Falling leaves are a vital part of the cycle of life. I also love the crackle under our feet when I’m walking hand and hand with my guy. We’ve had a lot of Autumn walks in our many years together and Autumn really does bring renewed love.

But mostly, I love the BOOTS!

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memories unwind

of soft scarves and falling leaves

autumn’s love renewed 

thanks for a great inspiration. 

 

 

Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

the world is on fire

the world is on fire

but still we say let’s do drinks

and analyze raw data

but it’s an art not a science

so we take no drastic measures

as we blame social media

then we wake to another shocking catastrophe   

the world is on fire

Photo by Landiva Weber on Pexels.com

 

As this might indicate, I’m full of sunshine and light this morning. HA! The muse goes where the muse goes, but I’m still hoping for a better day. 

Thanks for a challenging Sunday Whirl. Check out the word prompts below.

 

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

she said but he said-Flashback Friday

For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I reached back to the days when we still thought that maybe there might be lasting consequences for the lies.

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — September 26th

This was originally published in September, 2018.

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she said but he said

wilting efforts and fresh lies

laid bare to the world

brown wooden cubes

Double thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt and RonovanWrites