Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
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.
my imprisoned heart
consecrated by your love
once whole, now broken
This broken shard of pottery embellished with (what looks to me like) hearts immediately brought to mind the end of something—love or perhaps even obsession. All things end. Sometimes that’s not a bad thing. And sometimes it is. Take your pick.
Thanks to Teresa for returning to us! And for your new Daily Prompts.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 