Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
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 words (dust / weed).
“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.
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. The queen of the “terrible twos” demanded attention. Memory lane would have to wait.
Thanks to Sammi for her prompt (nomad) and the challenge to write a 68 word story. Click here for rules and other takes on the challenge.
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 Dirt for offering a great prompt (molten kisses) to go with my mood.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 