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.
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Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
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.
As part of Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I’m posting this haiku from 2/21/2019 inspired by Sue’s Write Photo challenge (photo below).
Resolute they wait
Imprisoned in time and space
Anticipating
Today, I’m a little less hopeful, thus an updated reflection …
time’s transformation
quiets anticipation
as it erodes hope

dreaming a new day
the sun rises over still life
awakening spring

Thanks to Sue for a beautifully calm photo. It lifted my spirits. Check her out for more great offerings and the rules of the game.
Like sheep we follow
Ignoring the other’s cries
Till they come for us

After this past week, I fear (even more than I did before) for the survival of our democracy. When we allow the president to act outside the law, how can we claim to be a nation of laws. When we actively persecute people who are not “appropriately” straight, adequately white, and the “right” kind of Christian, then how can we claim to be exceptional? When we support (or ignore) an administration that consistently places profit over the health and safety of humanity and they very survival of our planet, how can we claim “greatness.”
I fear.
Thanks to Ronovan Writes for the venue to vent. Our words this week are “sheep” and “weep” for which I substituted ‘cries.’
too damaged to care
her smile hiding heartbreak
charming to the end

Thanks to Ronovan Writes.
Our words of inspiration this week are charm and harm (for which I substituted damage). Visit the site for more great writing and the rules of the game.