blown by a fierce wind
the wishes ascend and dance
a stalk left bereft
excluded and withering
as new golden life springs forth
Thanks to the following for the inspiration:
is it the end or the beginning: it’s all about perspective
Tag: #FOWC
fun with words
waiting for my slot
a couplet comes to my mind
but the muse absconds
as the words vex and annoy
slot will not rhyme with Godot
Just a bit of fun with words today. Thanks to FOWC (SLOT) and RDP (ANNOY).
a memory lost
rummage in the nooks
a life built on faulty ground
a memory lost
two buried in a cranny
the mist becomes a refuge
Here I am–being melancholy again! Still thinking about time passing and aging and all that. Anyway, thanks to RDP (CRANNY) and FOWC (BUILT) for the the inspiration
the end of the beginning of the end
walk me to the door
the end of the beginning
light repels the dark
the dark absorbs the twilight
the beginning of the end
Time passes so quickly. I find myself reflecting on beginnings and endings and the lights and darks of the middle. Thanks to FOWC (WALK) and Tanka Tuesday (REPEL/ABSORB) for the inspiration.
YOUR SERVE
YOUR SERVE.
The umpire’s ruling rang in my ears as it triggers an endless overlapping loop in my mind: I am in control, this is why I practice, treasure this moment, unless you blow it, I won’t, you might, I can’t, gratitude, I need to channel gratitude, this is my chance, someday I’ll tell stories about this moment, I’ve got to shoot my shot, I won’t blow it, I will not blow it.
The whistle blows time and I swallow my last chug of Gatorade.
It tastes slightly medicinal or maybe that’s just the bitter edge of my nerves as I step onto the court and take my shot.
Boy oh boy, that serve had some extra spice on it folks, but was it in or out?
YOUR SERVE.
Thanks to FOWC (RANG), Sunday’ Six Sentence Story (SPICE), and the Sunday Whirl (SEE BELOW) for some great words that inspired me to show off my lack of tennis (or pickle ball?) knowledge.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 