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.
a secret laid bare
shimmering and breakable
splendor in the grass
icy mystery
moonlight reveals a glimmer
winter’s calling card
a moon so intense
I imagine heroin
unguarded wonder
my mind immersed in brightness
trying to find my way home
Thanks for the inspiration to FOWC and Tanka Tuesday.
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.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 