blown by a fierce wind
the wishes ascend and dance
a stalk left bereft
excluded and withering
as new golden life springs forth
Thanks to the following for the inspiration:
is it the end or the beginning: it’s all about perspective
Tag: #micropoetry
at fifty (MLMM Monday Wordle)
at fifty, I believed a precious chapter had begun
I lit sparklers and filled my cup
toasting
my voice ringing clear and loud
but by sixty
the message felt muted
too many tick tocks watched
my hope wiped by ceaseless drama
by seventy I hope
my cup will fill once more
toasting
a new chapter begun again
Today’s Monday Wordle asked us to use the following words: chapter, clear, cup, drama, felt, fifty, message, muted, precious, sparkler, watched, & wiped.
Not sure what I’ve created here. Free verse? Sad screed?
birds of a feather (senhai saturday 33)
the promise
a funhouse mirror
real life
a moment of calm
nature in blurred reflection
ambiguity
I’ve been MIA for a bit, so thanks to Susi for luring me back with birds!
ode to winter-a haiku
sparkling in the sun
deadly white and cold as ice
winter’s wicked gift
Is it over yet? Thanks to Yvette and the Tanka Tuesday Challenge.
liberty’s promise
an abundant yield for all
freedom’s promise broken
they hail words once unspoken
cheering as we fall
in the face of shameless cruelty
a promise made each night
not to yield the endless fight
as we march for liberty
Thanks for the prompts: YIELD and PROMISE
Tina Stewart Brakebill 