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.
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
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.
I originally wrote this way back in June of 2018 but it still (sadly) fits my mood AND although it may be bending the rules a bit to use an old piece, it (more happily) perfectly fits Linda’s final JusJoJan prompt “chaos”.
Thanks Linda. Sorry I wasn’t more present in January but … well you know. CHAOS.

Fresh Start Begins, Then
Time, In Cahoots with Chaos
Spins Us to the End

Inspiration Thanks to Daily Prompts at Putting My Feet in the Dirt
Photo Credits: Brian Brakebill