“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… Continue reading Someday I’ll Get There
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.
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.
“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… Continue reading Karen v. Karen
the guardians pine for whimsy and wildflowers but duty transcends Thanks to Sue's Write Photo Challenge for the beautiful photo and to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the lovely phrase "whimsy and wildflowers." Visit them!!
day dreaming delay mind caught in an endless loop where thoughts are stolen by fluctuating follies echoing atrocities This (thinly veiled comment on my mind's status today) contribution to Colleen's Tanka Tuesday challenge (synonyms only-dreaming and thought subbed in for fancy and idea) was helped along by Putting My Feet in the Dirt's wonderful phrase prompt:… Continue reading day dreaming delay: a tanka for our times
yearning for passion pouting petals come alive lips red with desire Photo is of "Red Canna" by Georgia O'Keeffe After yesterday's dark contribution (red decay) I thought I'd offer a slightly less depressing piece. Visit dVerse Poets for details about their Seeing Red Challenge and to read other great pieces. Thanks to Putting My Feet in the… Continue reading red is the color of passion
sun lit memories of wine stained molten kisses warm the bitter nights as lips once burnt by fire still smolder in the mind’s eye Image Credit: ©2020 Padre Ramblings This wonderful photo sparked memories of hot European days and nights, so thanks to Colleen's Tanka Tuesday for the photo and to Putting My Feet in the… Continue reading memories
footsteps in the sand brief pages of perfection in the book of life (Image credit; Akshay Premjith- Pixabay) Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the great prompt phrase (pages of perfection) and to Sadie for Keeping it Alive and for the great photo! Visit their sites for more writing and the rules of the… Continue reading footsteps
elated i lay under a star near the sea as hate drifts away Channeling hopeful thoughts. Thanks to Ronovan Writes and Putting My Feet in the Dirt for their inspiration.