musk and vanilla old friends met and new trysts found anticipation Thanks to Lynn's Tuesday Picture Prompt for a wonderful memory of that special smell that books have and of the hours spent in used bookstores (and libraries, and new bookstores, and my basement ...).
sweet recollections sunlit views from my window la strada awakes Thanks to Andrew and his Monday Washing Lines challenge for giving me a reason to reminisce about traveling and revisit old pictures. This was the actual view from our apartment in Rome on our first trip to Italy. Oh sweet sweet memories!
bygone yesterdays fading under today’s flash as his mind shutters Thanks for the inspiration to Linda's JusJoJan Challenge (shutter) Colleen's Synonyms Only Challenge (past and present).
memories unbound dusky hunger-sated nights giving way at dawn Image Credit: Lovers by Harry Hollard, 1982 Inspired by the image provided by Mind Love Misery Menagerie's Photo Challenge and Word Craft Poetry poet's choice.
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.
Dust Bowl memories strewn like weeds in her mind’s eye bloom as fragrant buds Image credit: Pisauikan@ Pixabay Sometimes the muse strikes hard! Thanks to Sadje's WDYS Challengefor the beautiful photo. That smile!!! She immediately struck a very specific chord in my mind and heart and to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge for (unwittingly?) providing the perfect… Continue reading memories bloom
“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… Continue reading Someday I’ll Get There
secrets locked away a heart forever frozen tarnished memories Thanks to Sue for hosting the #writephoto challenge and for her beautiful photo inspiration.
Smoke. Strong coffee. The sweet grassy smell of evaporating dew. Birds singing as the sun rose. That delicious sense of freedom. And quiet. Not knowing where she’d be tomorrow. Relishing her role as momma’s “little nomad.” A tiny but furious voice interrupted her reverie. “No! Mad!” Shaking off the past, she turned to now.… Continue reading No! Mad!
sun lit memories of wine stained molten kisses warm the bitter nights as lips once burnt by fire still smolder in the mind’s eye Image Credit: ©2020 Padre Ramblings This wonderful photo sparked memories of hot European days and nights, so thanks to Colleen's Tanka Tuesday for the photo and to Putting My Feet in the… Continue reading memories