windows to the past
hiding in the dappled light
question memories
Thanks to Sue for the Photo Prompt and Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the Word Prompt
Cover Photo courtesy of Sue Vincent.
Window Photo (above) is courtesy of me.
Tag: haiku
harvest
commemoration?
or hidden treasure buried?
the harvest lays bare
This week’s Friday Fictioners photo prompt (courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff) brought to mind all sorts of dark thoughts, which made me wonder–why are my thoughts so darn dark? It doesn’t have to be a murdered girl’s gravesite. It could something completely innocent. Even something fun! So after battling with my inner demons, this haiku emerged. It’s not exactly following the rules, so if you need to dump it I understand Rochelle!
And thanks to Scotts Daily Prompt (harvest) It fit my mood perfectly.
If the Caged Betta Could Stir Up the Sea
how liberating
to be a man for a day
and be free of me
Fandango posed an interesting (provocative even) question today: “If you could be the opposite sex for one day, what would you do?” As I thought about the question, I kept coming back to the same general thought—freedom. So instead of writing about the laundry list of things that would be different if I were a man or a presenting a manifesto on how I would use the power of manhood, I kept it simple. Being a man would mean that I was free of the constraints of womanhood.
And oh the places I’d go! And oh the things I would do!
But I promise I would use my power wisely. I’d only stir up the sea if it was really really necessary.
As yes, I know the men have constraints as well—but that’s not the assignment 😉
Also thanks to The Haunted Wordsmith for the perfect counter-point photo to my before pic. (It’s possible the Betta may actually be a boy, but I’m told it’s a female so I’m going with that interpretation for the sake of my story.)
The Touch of Love
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?
An “Old-Fashioned” Wedding or Becoming Mrs. Right
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.” 😉
Tina Stewart Brakebill 