on whispering winds
words flutter, thoughts unspoken
hiding in plain sight
Thanks for the inspiration to Sue W and JC’s weekly prompt challenge word: HYDAN
missed connection
Tag: #micropoetry
Life Goes On
Another day gone
Words muddled and lost in grief
We stumble forward
Thanks for the inspiration go to Fandango’s WOD Challenge of STUMBLE.
periwinkle dreams
periwinkle dreams
indigo tinted starlight
and violet skies
As Linda tells us “It’s another prompt of the day! Today is your tenth prompt for Just Jot it January 2023, and it’s brought to you by Maggie. Thank you, Maggie! Please be sure to visit Maggie’s blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 10th 2023, is “periwinkle.” Use the word “periwinkle” any way you’d like. Have fun!
Visit Linda Hill’s JusJotJan challenge for more info and great writing.
Friendship as a Metaphor
Not the time or place
Friendship as a metaphor
A true love denied
“Sappho and Erinna in a Garden at Mytilene,” was painted by Simeon Solomon. As a gay Jewish artist living in Victorian England, his work was almost lost to history. Solomon, who was associated with the 19th century Pre-Raphaelite movement, had his career cut short when he was arrested twice for same-sex liaisons with men (in 1873 and 1874), at the apogee of his fame, and it tragically changed the course of his life.
After his prosecutions he no longer exhibited, although it was still collected by a select few. In 1884, he was admitted to the workhouse where he continued to produce work, but his life and talent were blighted by alcoholism. Twenty years later in 1905, he died from complications brought on by his alcoholism. He was buried at the Jewish Cemetery in Willesden.
Thanks to Linda Hill’s JusJotJan challenge for the inspiration to share this piece of history.
LOVE IS LOVE!
Summers Gone By
It’s miserably hot (again) in Florida, so I hibernated inside today. I was skimming through some photos and found this from a recent trip up north. It brought back memories of my youthful summers in the Midwest. August had a different feel back in the day 😉 It inspired the haiku (or maybe it’s a haibun) below.
Tassels Touching Blue
That Summer Gone Forever
August In My Mind
Tina Stewart Brakebill 