Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
rummage in the nooks
a life built on faulty ground
a memory lost
two buried in a cranny
the mist becomes a refuge
Here I am–being melancholy again! Still thinking about time passing and aging and all that. Anyway, thanks to RDP (CRANNY) and FOWC (BUILT) for the the inspiration
walk me to the door
the end of the beginning
light repels the dark
the dark absorbs the twilight
the beginning of the end
Time passes so quickly. I find myself reflecting on beginnings and endings and the lights and darks of the middle. Thanks to FOWC (WALK) and Tanka Tuesday (REPEL/ABSORB) for the inspiration.
crazy love consumes
undone by your sublime text
heart eclipses mind
the moment permeates all
and the center cannot hold
Thanks to Reena and RDP for their inspiration. The words nutty, sublime text, and eclipse led to me this ode to crazy modern love, with a shout out to William Butler Yeats (and Joan Didion).
buried deep inside
embers turn to ash and bone
waiting for a spark
rekindled love fans the flames
the candle burns with fury
Today’s FOWC (CANDLE) and the WDYS photo prompt brought to mind fury and love and buried secrets… thus my bit of verse. Thanks to both for the inspiration.
draped in velvet fog
filmy thoughts and fingertips
a touch forgotten
reveal that moment
starlight strips back the curtain
the crowd roars your name
I love to try and create meaning with minimal words. Did I? Who knows?!
Thanks for the great inspiration.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 