Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
love, hot to the touch
still rough at the edges, yet
soft in its embrace
Today’s haiku was inspired by dVerse and the challenge to think about touch. Plus, I REALLY REALLY wanted to capture the essence of this photo from over at The Haunted Wordsmith.
How’d I do?
Got touch?
truthfully she pledged
to “love honor and obey”
then parody died
Thanks to FOWC and Ronovan Writes for the prompts.
And for the record, this is not a reflection on my marriage, which is alive and happy, maybe because we never promised to “obey.” 😉
to discover words
opens your mind to wonder
and your heart to love
Thanks to The Haunted Wordsmith and Sue Vincent for the great photo prompts. In the midst of the chaos of … well everything, both of these picture reminded me of the sweet calm of my “happy place”–reading. Books really were my first love. The library (and all the wonderful librarians I have known in my life) will always hold a special place in my heart and mind.
a trace left behind
the memory’s taste still sweet
my lipstick lover
Determined to spend at least five minutes not thinking about … all of it!
Thanks to my always dependable inspirations
and
in danger of hope
we resolve not to question
the dream of all dreams
I live in Florida, so if you live in the States (or follow American politics) then you’ll understand my mood this morning. Careening between anger and despair. Trying to find hope by either looking closer to home (I’m proud of my community) or beyond the confines of this ridiculously racist state as a whole. But it’s tough.
Was I stupid to be hopeful?
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Thanks to following for their photo and word inspiration even if everything was filtered through my dark mood!
Sue Vincent’s Wrote Photo Challenge
Tina Stewart Brakebill 