Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Unmet but felt met Leaving this world as she lived Lifting with her words I never met Sue Vincent, but when I learned she was ill, I wept. And when I logged into Word Press today (after several days absence) and learned she was gone, I wept again. Tears are blurring my view even now.… Continue reading For Sue (a Haiku)
Yesterday beckons A promise cloaked in red, still Autumn days wither Image credit; Shche- Team @ Unsplash Thanks to Sadje's WDYS Challenge for the inspiration.
Three days. It had been three days since they delivered the box. Technically, three days, four hours, and 37 minutes. But who’s counting. She knew he was there. The gate squeaked. It had been over two weeks since he’d left. Technically 15 days, three hours, and 22 minutes. But who’s counting. Or 14 days, 21… Continue reading Who’s Counting
I as elephants brawl and the foolish close their eyes only the grass aches II monsters laugh with glee when the preying buzzards swirl o’er the barren shell This haiku set was inspired by current times. Read into them what you will. Thanks to FOWC and the prompt of “crazy” for which I substituted “foolish.”… Continue reading only the grass
engorged buds of red the scent sweet for a moment masking the decay Thanks to dverse poets for the red inspiration. Visit them for details and additional contributions.
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… Continue reading they said
I originally wrote this way back in June of 2018 but it still (sadly) fits my mood AND although it may be bending the rules a bit to use an old piece, it (more happily) perfectly fits Linda's final JusJoJan prompt "chaos". Thanks Linda. Sorry I wasn't more present in January but ... well you… Continue reading Then Chaos
Birth and death unite A solitary cocoon Ashes to ashes Thanks to Ronovan Writes for a great challenge that made me think AND reminded me of one of my fave songs. Oh David Bowie, how I love you!! Ashes to Ashes
the whole of knowledge cannot fill the empty void if empathy dies Thanks for the double inspiration to Ronovan Writes and WOTD.
Wow. The line is out the door. I guess dying young will do that. Everyone you know is still alive. At least it’s not raining. Finally. Through the door! Damn. It’s like the line for Space Mountain. At least there’s music. Hmmm? What’s that song? What a Wonderful Life. That’s perfect.… Continue reading The Ear Worm
