Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
we muddle through it
to greet a new age with love
and live life once more
Photo credit: me
In keeping with Linda’s SoCS’s dictate to do minimal editing, I wrote this 16 word (17 syllable) haiku on the fly but I think it captures the essence of my (our?) world right now. Peace. And thanks to Sammi for the added challenge and inspiration!
HAPPY INTERNATIONAL POETRY DAY!
One of my favorite Word Pressers (not sure if that’s a legit phrase, but I like it!) has started a new venture called The Short of It. It’s a wonderfully generous site where she gathers and publishes short-form prose and poetry.
In her words:
My goals are to find those poets and writers who have something big to say in as little words as possible. Those who can touch someone’s heart in a meaningful way by leaving the reader saying wow, feeling an epiphany or just loudly internally screaming YES! The hope is to turn those memorable pieces into an annual anthology. I’d like to leave readers feeling we may think small but we are mighty wordsmiths!
So join me by participating in this new venture or help me find those poets out there who have much to say, and offer it in a way which is, as they say – “short, sweet and to the point.”
I’m in awe of anyone who is determined to put themselves out there to showcase their thoughts and feelings on any subject. Thank you for your willingness to be a part of this with me!
I am honored that she chose some of my work for the site, so please read (and share if you’d like) my piece entitled “living love” for The Short of It at I Write Her.
Thanks!!!
Plus you can find submission rules and more info at The Short of It
never fear they said
just follow the path they said
no defeat they said
straight on to glory they said
only whispers now (they said)
Perhaps it’s my current state of mind, but the photo brought to mind fallen armies and (for you Tolkien fans) barrow-wights so … here we are. Thanks to Sue for the inspiration. And remember all depressing interpretations are my own! 😉
“That’s effing awesome!”
“Language.”
“But ma. The diner car is up in the air.”
Resisting the temptation to go easy, she suppressed a smile. “Don’t ‘but ma’ me young man. I’m tired and you know your dad doesn’t have any patience for your stories. Get your book. It’s math time.”
“But ma!”
“No buts! Get your math book.” My Lord, it was only day three. How were they ever going to do this for months! And where was Don.? He went out for T.P. hours ago.
“I’m home! And you’re never gonna believe what someone did to the diner car!”
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
This 100 word story was inspired by the fun photo provided by Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners challenge. Visit her site for details!
sun lit memories
of wine stained molten kisses
warm the bitter nights
as lips once burnt by fire
still smolder in the mind’s eye
Image Credit: ©2020 Padre Ramblings
This wonderful photo sparked memories of hot European days and nights, so thanks to Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday for the photo and to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for offering a great prompt (molten kisses) to go with my mood.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 