Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
in the dead of night
seduced by a false prophet
time’s veil falls again
This is my ode to the horror of the November “fall back” time change. It messes up my sleep and it really does get dark by 4:30pm. ARGGG! Thanks to Yvette and Tanka Tuesday for the inspiration to vent.
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.
the light of a star
as our journey’s companion
may shine like a sun
wall of sound
the echo of time
journey’s end
Today, our Tanka Tuesday prompt is to write haiku in the style of Bashō. I’m not sure if I succeeded but I enjoyed the challenge. Thanks to Selma for hosting Tanka Tuesday.
as gold turns to ash
the barren branches quiver
but the green may wane
as spring can bring a swift frost
and each day may be our last
Thanks to Yvette for a thoughtful prompt.
https://tankatuesday.com/2025/09/23/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-31-just-one-day-09-23-25/
autumn leaves falling
days turn and the years fly by
sunrise and coffee
our breath floating in the breeze
old jackets warm and faded
Tina Stewart Brakebill 