reverie broken
memories wet on my cheek
a dream in a tear

Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt and to Fandango for two great ideas that worked perfectly together.
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Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
reverie broken
memories wet on my cheek
a dream in a tear

Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt and to Fandango for two great ideas that worked perfectly together.
Check out their sites for great writing and the rules of the game.
As part of Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I’m posting this haiku from 2/21/2019 inspired by Sue’s Write Photo challenge (photo below).
Resolute they wait
Imprisoned in time and space
Anticipating
Today, I’m a little less hopeful, thus an updated reflection …
time’s transformation
quiets anticipation
as it erodes hope

dreaming a new day
the sun rises over still life
awakening spring

Thanks to Sue for a beautifully calm photo. It lifted my spirits. Check her out for more great offerings and the rules of the game.
Today, I offer a “tongue in cheek” look behind the scenes of my budding career as a sculptor.*
“Is that your first sculpture?” He asked.
That’s a bit of a cheeky question, I thought before replying: “Yes. Hard to believe, isn’t it? It’s so life-like. And look at those cheek bones!”
“Erm … yes. They are definitely … erm… cheeks.”
“I know! Next up: nudes!”
“Great. More cheeks. I can’t wait.”
Real life collided with the weekend challenges to produce these 71 cheeky words, so thanks for the great prompts to Sammi Scribbles (sculpture) and Linda’s SoCS (cheek).
*I am actually taking my first-ever a sculpting class and this is my first sculpture (of my husband’s head) but that is where the resemblance to real life ends. If you knew what he actually looks like then you’d understand why I have zero illusions regarding my future as an “artist.” It is fun though!