young love grows weary
his touch turning icy hot
as their paths diverge
Thanks to Your Daily Word Prompt for DIVERGE and to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the wonderful phrase ICY HOT.
haiku: a love story?
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Someday I’ll Get There
“Someday I’ll get there.” No one could hear her, but she screamed the words. Trying to drown out the cynical voice in her head.
But that voice always echoed louder: “You’re making a fool of yourself. Just stop. Stop painting. Stop running. Just stop.”
She knew that voice was right. Everyone was gone. Not hiding out in Atlanta. Not waiting for her. Gone. All of them.
Still … she almost had captured his essence. She just needed to finish before she forgot his face. A few more strokes. That’s all. She couldn’t stop. Not now.
“Someday I’ll get there.”
This 99 word bit of optimistic delusion was inspired by Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners Challenge (photo credit to her as well) with a cynical boost from Fandango’s FOWC and a great opening line from Putting My Feet in the Dirt.
in silver
shining in silver
lit by the dawn’s early light
morning’s new promise
Author’s Photo
Thanks for the inspiration to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the lovely phrase prompt (lit by the dawn) and to Colleen’s poet’s choice challenge.
writ where all can see
in hope we inscribe
the page where the heart speaks words
writ where all can see
Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the beautiful phrase: the page where the heart speaks words.
Karen v. Karen
“If only there were more.”
“More what Aunt Karen?”
Glaring out the window, she pressed record before declaring “More people like me. Patriotic citizens. People who care about what’s happening to this country.”
“He’s just cleaning the windows. Why are you recording him?” I hadn’t seen her in years but I steeled myself for the nonsense that I imagined was about to come out of her mouth.
“I’m not. I’m recording that women hassling him. Now be a good boy and open the window so I can tell her to go to hell before I post this.”
Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for a great opening line (if only there were more) and to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners for the photo inspiration.
“We but mirror the world. All the tendencies present in the outer world are to be found in the world of our body. If we could change ourselves, the tendencies in the world would also change. As a man changes his own nature, so does the attitude of the world change towards him. This is the divine mystery supreme. A wonderful thing it is and the source of our happiness. We need not wait to see what others do.” – Mahatma Gandhi
BE A GOOD KAREN NOT A BAD KAREN!
Tina Stewart Brakebill 