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.
Tag: poem
in the pauses (a tanka)
Dreams for tomorrow.
Fingertips tracing my face
with child like wonder.
Love growing in the pauses
as our hearts beat together.
Thanks for the inspiration to Linda’s JusJoJan Challenge (fingertips) and to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge (child / grow).
defying destiny (a tanka)
seeking to avoid
an unchosen destiny
she slips through the gap
like a whisper in the night
a bounded servant no more
I love cemeteries. A recent visit to the historic Oaklawn Cemetery in Tampa inspired thoughts about escaping an unwanted destiny; whether that fate is death or something else is up to the reader to decide.
But, here’s hoping that 2021 offers some respite from 2020.
Thanks also to Linda’s JusJoJan Challenge word (servant) and to Fandango’s FOWC word (avoid) for giving me added fuel for my vague thoughts.
reborn
When all is swept clean
By the cascading water
Earth will be reborn
Thanks as always to Sue for hosting the Write Photo challenge.
one phone to rule them …
The cord stretching tight
“Shut up David it’s my turn”
Giggles and whispers
Beep! Call waiting (no don’t go)
Crying, as he said goodbye
Today at NaPoWriMo our prompt asks us to move backwards in time away from such modern contrivances as podcasts and write a poem that features forgotten technology. This immediately brought me back to the days of one phone for the whole family. I have vivid memories of stretching the cord as far as it could possibly go so that I could (just barely) slip behind a door for some quasi privacy. Oh the days … So thanks for reading my goofy lil’ tanka.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 