Haiku & Other Poetry, My Random Thoughts and Misc Ramblings

when dreams were purple

smoke on the water riffing on a new guitar teenage fantasy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This prompt immediately brought me back to middle school when every aspiring teenage rock band played this song. Aaah the memories of being at dances in my seventh grade gym listening to a group of eight-grade boys rock this tune. Smoke on the… Continue reading when dreams were purple

Haiku & Other Poetry

raging in the light

burning with fever sweet dreams spin into nightmares raging in the light Today's haiku was inspired by our current situation, the Global Climate Strike, and one of my favorites - Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge. Our words are fever and fierce (for which I subbed in raging). Listen to the scientists and the kids!

Haiku & Other Poetry

Harmonic Echoes

feeling gratitude for harmonic convergence and tranquil echoes In the current world context in which everything SUCKS, I’m trying to practice gratitude. I’m not very good at it! Thanks to Sue and Ronovan for (at least) reminding me to try! Sue's Write Photo Challenge Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

Haiku & Other Poetry, My Random Thoughts and Misc Ramblings

Building a Lie

whispering, we cross a falsely drawn line   twisting tales of old Thanks for the inspiration to Ronovan Writes. Our challenge: create a haiku using the words twisted and cross. I think of this haiku as my short ode to my favorite worst treaty--the Treaty of Guadalupe Hildalgo. "no human is illegal"

Haiku & Other Poetry

Don’t Call Me Daisy

Awaiting their time To spread their wings and take flight The dashing pair sleep This buggy haiku was inspired by seeing these rascals (pictured above) firmly stuck to the side of a building last night while walking home from dinner. Social media posting help me identify them as dasychira meridionalis. Honestly I’m still creeped out… Continue reading Don’t Call Me Daisy

Haiku & Other Poetry, My Random Thoughts and Misc Ramblings

bleeding heart

taste my bleeding heart   its sweetness drowned in fury   battered by the fight In the words of the fabulous Dixie Chicks I'm Not Ready to Make Nice so (try as I might) not even the word prompts of sweet/heart could quell my rage. But thanks for trying Ronovan Writes.