Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
finishing the grind
as the kettle starts to sing
practice makes perfect
In honor of NaPoWriMo, this haiku is an ode to one of life’s small pleasures. For me it’s making our morning coffee. I love the whole process from grinding the beans to pushing the plunger on our French press. It’s an art and a science that never quite produces the same taste.
And as it sometimes happens, Linda’s SoCS prompt of “practice”was a perfect splash of milk to complete my thoughts. Thanks!
Something broke that day
Another world beckoned her
No going back now
In my mind, this is a quasi-companion piece to yesterday’s Friday Fictioner’s piece. But interpret it as you like.
day dreaming delay
mind caught in an endless loop
where thoughts are stolen
by fluctuating follies
echoing atrocities
This (thinly veiled comment on my mind’s status today) contribution to Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday challenge (synonyms only-dreaming and thought subbed in for fancy and idea) was helped along by Putting My Feet in the Dirt’s wonderful phrase prompt: fluctuating follies.
Visit them both!
a shower of blue
upon a blanket of green
spring’s carillon song
Thanks Sue. Visit her for details on the #writephoto challenge and other great pieces.
another day gone
the same sun setting on all
together apart
Thanks, as always, to Sue and her #writephoto challenge. Visit her site for details and more great writing.
We are STRONGER TOGETHER!
Tina Stewart Brakebill 