Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
a day without flaw
as we walk towards the storm
seizing the moment
I’ve no intention of ignoring the very real mess we’re in BUT I am trying to remember that I still have joy in my life. So in attempt number … (I’ve lost track!) I am choosing to recognize my happy places. Thanks for helping me commemorate those moments goes to Ronovan Writes haiku challenge (day / flaw) and to Restless Jo who shares my love for a good walk!
A sea unending
Shifting countless grains of sand
Inspiring wonder
Thanks to Sue for the inspirational photo. Click here to find out more.
when our days are spent
the rivers still flow to sea
and the earth endures
Not sure if my words are hopeful or fatalistic but the photo is beautiful! Thanks Sue. Click here for more great writing and the rules of the game.
She sat on the breakwater and hoped the sound of the waves would soothe her. His words hadn’t. “In between the clover and the dampened earth.” That’s how the minister described it. Sounded poetic. Nicer than “here’s where we buried her body.” But that was reality. Ma was dead. And no pretty words were going to change that.
PHOTO CREDITS TO MY FAVORITE HUSBAND
I’ve been a bit morbid lately. Perhaps I’m feeling my own mortality. Or maybe it’s the side effect of living in Trump’s world. But thankfully my own mum is alive and well, so this really is fiction. Therefore much thanks for the inspiration to the following:
Sammi Scribbles Weekend Prompt which was to use the word “breakwater” in exactly 58 words (accomplished!)
And to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the beautiful phrase “in between the clover and the dampened earth.”
And to Linda’s SoCS challenge using the word or partial word of “ma.”
Visit their sites if you haven’t. They are FAB!
Daybreak on the Bay ~
Sun Drizzled Colors of Dawn ~
Blue Shimmering Hope ~
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Usually I’m a words before pictures kinda gal. But these photos (shot by my husband this morning on his morning ride) inspired my haiku today. I am constantly gobsmacked by the beauty around me. I love to travel but I’m lucky to live in such a special place. People come from all over the world to visit my home. And when I’m feeling hopeless about so many things, that beauty reminds me to be hopeful. Even if we don’t survive, the Earth will keep spinning. Its beauty will survive
Thanks Putting My Feet in the Dirt Today’s prompt was a perfect fit for my photo inspired thoughts.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 