Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
as gold turns to ash
the barren branches quiver
but the green may wane
as spring can bring a swift frost
and each day may be our last
Thanks to Yvette for a thoughtful prompt.
https://tankatuesday.com/2025/09/23/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-31-just-one-day-09-23-25/
Clutter and Chaos
Broken Shells Left in a Wreck
Monday Morning Mess
Just a little happy Monday food memory. Thanks to the following for the prompts of WRECK and MESS. Join us!
rough like bark and brush
babbling water turns putrid
as the snake returns
with false speech and slight of hand
his rap still charms the sparrows
(Image credit: Matt Wuerker | Copyright 2021 Andrews McMeel Syndication)
This Sunday, Benda gives us the following words in her Sunday Whirl:
hands brush water sparrows snake babbling slot rap piped bark exiled speech
Doesn’t really help to vent but I had to go where the words take me!
autumn laps the shore
sweet and unpredictable
lavender and smoke
the mind meanders
in a purple haze again
broken memories
Thanks to Susi for the great inspiration. Visit her site for more info and great writing.
seven minutes gone
time moving like molasses
bittersweet and slow
and the scent carries me back
to bygone weekend mornings
Tina Stewart Brakebill 