Reposting in honor of Fandango's Friday Flashback . Sadly, just as relevant today. Deniers imagine the world not an abstract perception melting as we klatch Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Art Universe @ Instagram. And for today's FOWC with Fandango
burning with fever sweet dreams spin into nightmares raging in the light Today's haiku was inspired by our current situation, the Global Climate Strike, and one of my favorites - Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge. Our words are fever and fierce (for which I subbed in raging). Listen to the scientists and the kids!
Rising wall of blue Chaos spins from his still eye Exodus denied Thanks to Susi at I Write Her for a great photo challenge. I live in Florida, so obviously Dorian has been on my mind for the last week. Feel free to interpret this piece as a statement on that bitch! Thankfully, we got off pretty… Continue reading Spinning Chaos
to defy ennui a message in a bottle washed ashore today bearing the bones of our past as starkly bleached harbingers This bleak message was written as a response to the image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay courtesy of the wonderful Colleen's Tanka Tuesday Poetry Photo Challenge. Click for details and other contributions. For some reason, this week's… Continue reading bones of our past
as we spin a tale the beauty of youth turns foul burning in plain sight Thanks to Colleen's Poetry Challenge for the opportunity to shout into the wind about climate change!! Today's challenge was to write a poem using synonyms for the two challenge words. I used "beauty" for pretty and and "foul" for ugly.
when our days are spent the rivers still flow to sea and the earth endures Not sure if my words are hopeful or fatalistic but the photo is beautiful! Thanks Sue. Click here for more great writing and the rules of the game.
connecting nature the trees will remain after sharing their message Thanks for the inspiration to Sue and her Write Photo Challenge.
Metaphor? Simile? Musing as she stared. The future is a swirling suck hole. The future is like a swirling suck hole. Same diff. Either way we’re doomed. Metaphorically tipping her hat to end-times, she cranked Bikini Kill. Drowning out the lie. “Fear not we come in peace.” I clearly am reveling in the dark this… Continue reading The End: Metaphor or Simile?
hopeful but afraid she holds our world together daring to be brave Thanks to Helene for another wonderful "What do you see?" challenge.
engines went silent the time to fly was over mother nature won I loved the peaceful feel of this photo by David Kovalenko but it also made me think of the orange one and his minion’s hysterical (and completely untrue) claim (let’s call it what it is—a lie) that the Green New Deal would… Continue reading So Much Winning