Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
memories flutter
slinking into my still mind
fidgeting sparrows
the crash of a bell
unwelcome branches emerge
memories migrate
I love the challenge of making meaning out of random words. Not sure how well this succeeded but it was fun! Thanks Sunday Whirl.
First Love
momentarily
holding space
we breathe together
Brotherly Love
memories
fighting words
partners in crime
Learning to Love Myself
rejection
internalized antipathy
acceptance at last
Not Love
starstruck
stood up
it’s not you
Endless Love
together
holding space
a timeless moment
Inspired by Michelle’s poem, this week’s W3 challenge (in short): Write 5 separate Hay(na)ku poems, each about a different aspect of love, including (but not limited to) the following:
Each poem should stand alone but together create a layered meditation on love.
Form: Hay(na)ku poetry series
Invented by: Filipino poet Eileen Tabios (2003). Structure (per poem):
No rules for rhyme, rhythm, or subject beyond the word count.
Check out Michelle’s poem and more detailed instructions below.
love torn asunder
serrated edges draw blood
but the heart beats on
striking like a billy club
redemption in copper red
Thanks to RDP and Esther for great prompts- SERRATED AND CLUB.
the light of a star
as our journey’s companion
may shine like a sun
wall of sound
the echo of time
journey’s end
Today, our Tanka Tuesday prompt is to write haiku in the style of Bashō. I’m not sure if I succeeded but I enjoyed the challenge. Thanks to Selma for hosting Tanka Tuesday.
I love the Fall. I love jackets and scarves and boots and hot chocolate and blustery days. But I also love the feel of Fall. I love knowing that the changing colors and the bare tree branches aren’t just about the end of summer. Falling leaves are a vital part of the cycle of life. I also love the crackle under our feet when I’m walking hand and hand with my guy. We’ve had a lot of Autumn walks in our many years together and Autumn really does bring renewed love.
But mostly, I love the BOOTS!
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memories unwind
of soft scarves and falling leaves
autumn’s love renewed
thanks for a great inspiration.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 