as tomorrow calls no longer under his spell a heart returns home Welcome back to Sue's Write Photo Challenge Thanks for the photo inspiration and word (return) Glad you're feeling better. Plus thanks to Linda's JusJoJan Challenge for the perfect word (spell) to finish my mood.
Dreams for tomorrow. Fingertips tracing my face with child like wonder. Love growing in the pauses as our hearts beat together. Thanks for the inspiration to Linda's JusJoJan Challenge (fingertips) and to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge (child / grow).
seeking to avoid an unchosen destiny she slips through the gap like a whisper in the night a bounded servant no more I love cemeteries. A recent visit to the historic Oaklawn Cemetery in Tampa inspired thoughts about escaping an unwanted destiny; whether that fate is death or something else is up to the reader… Continue reading defying destiny (a tanka)
Am I a dreamer? Still full of hope as I yearn. Or am I a clown? Yes, says the face in the glass with your destiny foretold. Image courtesy of Forgottenx at DeviantArt I’m not sure that this piece fits perfectly into any of the challenges that inspired me today. So apologies if… Continue reading quixotic musings
putrid memories slip into my mind like rot as grace is denied As the kids would say ... #mood Thanks to Fandango's FOWC and to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge for providing words that could be used to fit my current state of mind: PUTRID, SLIP, & GRACE.
Bound in the shadows tormented by memories Autumn’s light beckons Thanks to Mind Love Misery Menagerie's Sunday Word challenge (tormented) and to Crispina Kemp's Creative Challenge for the inspirational photo.
hope once gone returns resurrecting the story as paradigms shift AUTHOR'S PHOTO I had multiple inspirations today, but it began with Mind Love Misery Menagerie's challenge to write about COPING. Add in the WOTD Challenge to use PLOT (for which I substituted “story”) and Fandango's FOWC prompt of PARADIGM and here we are. Here's to… Continue reading learning to cope (a haiku)
Susan felt like a fool. It was 1977 not 1957. My god, she was a liberated woman! How could she fall for his line? Stupid! But, still, she stayed. Remembering. Champagne. His voice in her ear. “I can’t tell you where I’m going but meet me here on Christmas Eve.” Stupid! Did she think… Continue reading but, still (or the magic door)
Our blues turn azure imagining the future Anticipation Image credit: Evan Clark@Unsplash Feeling a bit of hope this week. Thanks to Sadje's WDYS Challenge for giving me a chance to articulate it.
falling from grace, shame left cold in the dirt, crying rising, triumphant Thanks to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge for the haiku word prompts (fall / cold) and to Tales from the Mind of Kristian Word Prompt for the storm theme. And if you haven't then get out there and VOTE FOR CHANGE!