solitary hope
in the crucible of fire
the world made over

Thanks to Sadje’s WDYS Challenge and to Frank’s haiku challenge for the inspiration.
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
solitary hope
in the crucible of fire
the world made over

Thanks to Sadje’s WDYS Challenge and to Frank’s haiku challenge for the inspiration.
as the colors swirl
we contemplate the morrow
upwelling with hope
Photo credit to Ian Dooley-Unsplash
Trying the positivity thing again! Thanks to Ronovan Writes for the challenging haiku words: morrow and surge. (I subbed in upwelling for surge.) And thanks to Sadje’s WDYS Challenge for a truly hopeful photo inspiration.
somewhere far from now
we’ll wake to dance again
blissfully alive

Day Two: Once again, choosing to look for hope in the midst of everything. We’ll see how long this lasts!
Thanks to Fandango’s WOTD Challenge (somewhere) and Sadje’s What Do You See Challenge for the inspiration. Photo credit to Joel Valve- Unsplash.
“Someday I’ll get there.” No one could hear her, but she screamed the words. Trying to drown out the cynical voice in her head.
But that voice always echoed louder: “You’re making a fool of yourself. Just stop. Stop painting. Stop running. Just stop.”
She knew that voice was right. Everyone was gone. Not hiding out in Atlanta. Not waiting for her. Gone. All of them.
Still … she almost had captured his essence. She just needed to finish before she forgot his face. A few more strokes. That’s all. She couldn’t stop. Not now.
“Someday I’ll get there.”

This 99 word bit of optimistic delusion was inspired by Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners Challenge (photo credit to her as well) with a cynical boost from Fandango’s FOWC and a great opening line from Putting My Feet in the Dirt.
shining in silver
lit by the dawn’s early light
morning’s new promise

Author’s Photo
Thanks for the inspiration to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the lovely phrase prompt (lit by the dawn) and to Colleen’s poet’s choice challenge.