future paths unknown obscured by the veil of time still, we dare to live Image credit: Eric Muhr@Unsplash Thanks to Sadje's WDYS Challenge for the beautiful inspiration.
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Imprisoned Beauty (a haiku)
Suspended beauty Imprisoned by the moment Reaching for the sky Image credit: Richard Kesperowsk@Unsplash Thanks to Sadje's WDYS Challenge for providing such a lovely photo inspiration.
Uncertain Shadows (a Haiku)
Shadows in my mind Uncertainty halts my steps Am I free or not Image credit: Tim Hüfner @ Unsplash Thanks for the inspiration to Sadje's WDYS Challenge.
tomorrow calls (a haiku)
as tomorrow calls no longer under his spell a heart returns home Welcome back to Sue's Write Photo Challenge Thanks for the photo inspiration and word (return) Glad you're feeling better. Plus thanks to Linda's JusJoJan Challenge for the perfect word (spell) to finish my mood.
thoughts of yesterday (a haiku)
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.
true life revealed (a haiku)
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)
hope in the light (a haiku)
Bound in the shadows tormented by memories Autumn’s light beckons Thanks to Mind Love Misery Menagerie's Sunday Word challenge (tormented) and to Crispina Kemp's Creative Challenge for the inspirational photo.
2020 Strikes Again
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I had imagined this moment so many times. Written stories. Blogged my theories. Argued with reddit idiots. Once I even tried to paint a picture. And almost every night I dreamed about it. Beautiful dreams. Colors swirling. Humming anticipation. And me in the center of it all! Bathed… Continue reading 2020 Strikes Again
but, still (or the magic door)
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)
Time
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
