Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
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freedom’s path just out of reach
heart bruised and bloodied
crushed by it’s heavy burden
red is the color of love
Image Credit; Kingsley Mkpandiok @ Unsplash
Today’s inspiration for this dark take on love comes from the Poe class I am currently taking, as well as the following two challenges. Visit their sites for some great writing.
dread cannot hold sway
darkness yields to morning light
hope renews again
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Thanks to Jill for the chance to get my haiku on. Happy new day!
her remorse glimmers gray and pale
a graveyard penance for lost times
tattered like a ghostly veil
the lover pines
she bows her head
fragments cut like a crown of thorns
still she holds the memory of the dead
the lover mourns
I gave it my best effort but I couldn’t get “folk” to fit. Oh well. Thanks for the inspiration Brenda.
Here’s the Sunday Wordle words: dead pines penance mourns folk glimmer graveyard remorse ghostly fragments lover shadowy
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light dances at dawn
sound breaks free from the darkness
a new day’s promise
nature’s elegy
as crags are born from the sea
time erases all
I decided to embrace the ying / yang of our existence in this duo. It’s something I’m working on it life as well!
I was honored to once again have my work chosen by Pure Haiku. It truly brings me joy in a time when joy seems fleeting. Please visit Pure Haiku to read my my submission and the many other fantastic interpretations for the Encircling theme.
