love torn asunder
serrated edges draw blood
but the heart beats on
striking like a billy club
redemption in copper red

Thanks to RDP and Esther for great prompts- SERRATED AND CLUB.
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
love torn asunder
serrated edges draw blood
but the heart beats on
striking like a billy club
redemption in copper red

Thanks to RDP and Esther for great prompts- SERRATED AND CLUB.
the light of a star
as our journey’s companion
may shine like a sun
wall of sound
the echo of time
journey’s end

Today, our Tanka Tuesday prompt is to write haiku in the style of Bashō. I’m not sure if I succeeded but I enjoyed the challenge. Thanks to Selma for hosting Tanka Tuesday.
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.
laser blue
midnight quest for love
tag you’re it

Image credit; Marcel StrauB @ Unsplash
Inspiration thanks go to to Sadje for the photo inspiration, RDP for the word prompt (TAG), and my own fading memories of late nights and dance parties. Check out their sites to read more.
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

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.
