memories unbound dusky hunger-sated nights giving way at dawn Image Credit: Lovers by Harry Hollard, 1982 Inspired by the image provided by Mind Love Misery Menagerie's Photo Challenge and Word Craft Poetry poet's choice.
A figment alleged. But that vision melts away as true life bares all. Image credit: Angele Kamp @ Unsplash Sadje's WDYS Challenge today was to think about birthdays .... This got me considering life in general. Is our life imagined anything like our real life? If not, is that good or bad? And more… Continue reading true life revealed (a haiku)
Susan felt like a fool. It was 1977 not 1957. My god, she was a liberated woman! How could she fall for his line? Stupid! But, still, she stayed. Remembering. Champagne. His voice in her ear. “I can’t tell you where I’m going but meet me here on Christmas Eve.” Stupid! Did she think… Continue reading but, still (or the magic door)
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
Time has lost all meaning. Had it been one year? Twenty years? One hundred? More? She had stopped trying to count the days long ago. But she had believed--really believed--she'd be able to note the seasons. Hoping to mark the years. Imagining she’d be able to picture their faces as time passed. She had wanted… Continue reading Time
solitary hope in the crucible of fire the world made over Thanks to Sadje's WDYS Challenge and to Frank's haiku challenge for the inspiration.
stars shine as they pass till the sun rises anew breaking the night’s hold Assuming I can figure out how to post anything with the block editor WP forced on me .... Thanks to Sue's Write Photo Challenge for a beautiful photo inspiration.
Nothing could have prepared Sue for the surge. She had always known she was different but this …. This was more than different. This was some freak level stuff. She could feel the agitated hum of the crowd as they realized something wasn’t right. And then a shift. Subtle at first. Agitation turning into fear.… Continue reading Nothing
somewhere far from now we’ll wake to dance again blissfully alive Day Two: Once again, choosing to look for hope in the midst of everything. We'll see how long this lasts! Thanks to Fandango's WOTD Challenge (somewhere) and Sadje's What Do You See Challenge for the inspiration. Photo credit to Joel Valve- Unsplash.
Three days. It had been three days since they delivered the box. Technically, three days, four hours, and 37 minutes. But who’s counting. She knew he was there. The gate squeaked. It had been over two weeks since he’d left. Technically 15 days, three hours, and 22 minutes. But who’s counting. Or 14 days, 21… Continue reading Who’s Counting