excess vanity
his verbal diarrhea
infecting us all

Trying to purge as I wait (hope / plan / plot) for a curative blue wave.
Thanks for the inspiration to Fandango’s word of the day (verbal) challenge.
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
excess vanity
his verbal diarrhea
infecting us all

Trying to purge as I wait (hope / plan / plot) for a curative blue wave.
Thanks for the inspiration to Fandango’s word of the day (verbal) challenge.
Smickering strangers:
A prophesy for shame or
Arbitrary love?

Thanks for the flirty inspiration to Fandango (arbitrary) and to Tales from the Mind (smicker)
And for those of you (like myself) that need to know, one of the the definitions of smicker is “to ogle and smile amorously.” So go forth and SMICKER! You never know were it might lead 😉
“Someday I’ll get there.” No one could hear her, but she screamed the words. Trying to drown out the cynical voice in her head.
But that voice always echoed louder: “You’re making a fool of yourself. Just stop. Stop painting. Stop running. Just stop.”
She knew that voice was right. Everyone was gone. Not hiding out in Atlanta. Not waiting for her. Gone. All of them.
Still … she almost had captured his essence. She just needed to finish before she forgot his face. A few more strokes. That’s all. She couldn’t stop. Not now.
“Someday I’ll get there.”

This 99 word bit of optimistic delusion was inspired by Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners Challenge (photo credit to her as well) with a cynical boost from Fandango’s FOWC and a great opening line from Putting My Feet in the Dirt.
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.” (Hope that’s OK with Fandango!) And thanks to NaPoWriMo and their challenge to find an idiomatic phrase from a different language or culture and use it as the jumping-off point for your poem. I chose the following:
Kenyan proverb: “When elephants fight, it is the grass that gets hurt.”
Meaning: Fights between the powerful only hurt the little guy.
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.