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
reverie broken memories wet on my cheek a dream in a tear Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt and to Fandango for two great ideas that worked perfectly together. Check out their sites for great writing and the rules of the game.
memories held tight ‘til like a viper they rise unfurling like smoke I’ve been largely AWOL this past month for various reasons but I’m trying to reengage, so thanks to the following for inspiring me to do a bit-o-thinking and writing. Shout out to my always favorite haiku challenge at Ronovan Writes and to the MLMM… Continue reading like smoke
Autumn in Florida is ... well hotter than heck! Feeling a bit nostalgic for brisk fall days, boots, and cute jackets reminded me of this day in the not-so-distant past. Sitting on our patio, wearing a sweatshirt, drinking a glass of wine--aaaah the sweetness of the cool air! So thanks Comedy Plus Wordless Wednesday for giving me… Continue reading Autumn Memories
cathartic tears flow memories lost in the stream but forlorn no more Thanks to FOWC and Enthralling Journey and JusJoJan host Linda for the inspiration.