watching the days pass
spring, summer, fall, without you
a new year begins
and one more month races by
relentless and unyielding
thanks to JusJoJan for this chance to mark a sad anniversary.
that ruthless calendar
Tag: time
Floating (Again)
In honor of Fandango’s Flashback Friday, I re-offer this piece of flash from November 3, 2018!
Lucy stared at the board. Letting her mind drift back to childhood. Chin resting on the table. Watching her grandfather play. Try too hard and it went fuzzy. Like a picture with the autofocus off. But if she just let her brain float sometimes she could recapture that moment of joy. When it all made sense. When it was fun. Before. Before she was a novelty. Before she was girl genius. Intellectual heir to Hawking. Right down to the chair. But today it remained fuzzy. The timer ticked. Counting. Days. Weeks. Months. Years. She stared at the board. Floating.
Cover Photo Credit: Jeff Arnold
Word Count: 99
liminality & grief
No longer, not yet
As my broken heart beats on
Still, fragmented, yet
Merril at https://dversepoets.com/2023/08/15/poetics-august-transitions/ has asked us to consider a transitional time in our lives. Still struggling with a recent loss, I’m in the midst of figuring out how to heal. Writing helps, when I let it.
Life Unfurls
Recently, I had the honor of being chosen by Elisa Ang as the Featured Writer for Pure Haiku’s Unfurling theme. When Elisa explained why she chose me, she noted that
the writer expresses life’s journey–from the time it springs forth to the time it bids farewell in profoundly creative way…”
I absolutely love that she got what I was trying to do! So one last thank you to Freya and Elisa and a new thank you to Colleen’s Poet’s Choice Challenge for providing me the opportunity to present the five haiku as the fluid set I imagined them to be.
naïve, dawn springs forth
suckled by the morning dew
to create new life
ensnared by margins
feral and tempestuous
verdant youth rebels
patterns and fresh shapes
once green but now withering
nature’s grand design
childhood memories
flutter like lace in a breeze
setting my mind free
an echo repeats
revealing infinity
but still our time ends
dare to live (a haiku)
future paths unknown obscured by the veil of time still, we dare to live
Image credit: Eric Muhr@Unsplash
Thanks to Sadje’s WDYS Challenge for the beautiful inspiration.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 