Tag: love

Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

falling

Tina Stewart Brakebill

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. 

Haibun: “The Fall of the Leaf”

 

 

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

midnight blue vibrations

Tina Stewart Brakebill

laser blue

midnight quest for love

tag you’re it

Image credit; Marcel StrauB @ Unsplash

Inspiration thanks go to to Sadje for the photo inspiration, RDP for the word prompt (TAG), and my own fading memories of late nights and dance parties.  Check out their sites to read more.

What do you see #308- September 29 , 2025

 

RDP Monday: TAG

 

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

the agonies of change

Tina Stewart Brakebill

days became decades

forged in fire but still easy

our love endures all

Reena’s 400th Prompt asks us to play a game. Visit the site of An Almanac of Birds: 100 Divinations

Click on any one of the 12 pictures. Read the divination and write whatever comes to mind.

I landed on the card above. We’ve been together for 42 years, so this one really resonated. Visit Reena’s page to read more.

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #400

 

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

first dates and pilot lights

Tina Stewart Brakebill

As it often did, the whoosh of the burner sent Linda’s mind back. He wasn’t her type, but she had promised her roommate she’d be the fourth for one double date. Standing in her shared college kitchen, he had said “do you mind” as he had casually leaned over the stove and lit a cigarette on the pilot light. Linda had always hated smoking but something about that casual lean gave her a thrill. Now forty years later, the thrill was still there. Thankfully the cigarettes were not.

Photo by Mateusz Feliksik on Pexels.com

 

Thanks for the inspiration to tell a highly fictionalized version of our first date. 

It’s Thursday’s Six Sentence Story Blog Hop