tune it out
and still the chatter
just for today
Author’s Photo
Thanks to Sammi for her 10 word challenge using the word “tune.”
Trying to take my own advice today! 🙂
Tag: word prompt
only the grass
I
as elephants brawl
and the foolish close their eyes
only the grass aches
II
monsters laugh with glee
when the preying buzzards swirl
o’er the barren shell
This haiku set was inspired by current times. Read into them what you will.
Thanks to FOWC and the prompt of “crazy” for which I substituted “foolish.” (Hope that’s OK with Fandango!) And thanks to NaPoWriMo and their challenge to find an idiomatic phrase from a different language or culture and use it as the jumping-off point for your poem. I chose the following:
Kenyan proverb: “When elephants fight, it is the grass that gets hurt.”
Meaning: Fights between the powerful only hurt the little guy.
best part of waking up …
finishing the grind
as the kettle starts to sing
practice makes perfect
In honor of NaPoWriMo, this haiku is an ode to one of life’s small pleasures. For me it’s making our morning coffee. I love the whole process from grinding the beans to pushing the plunger on our French press. It’s an art and a science that never quite produces the same taste.
And as it sometimes happens, Linda’s SoCS prompt of “practice”was a perfect splash of milk to complete my thoughts. Thanks!
day dreaming delay: a tanka for our times
day dreaming delay
mind caught in an endless loop
where thoughts are stolen
by fluctuating follies
echoing atrocities
This (thinly veiled comment on my mind’s status today) contribution to Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday challenge (synonyms only-dreaming and thought subbed in for fancy and idea) was helped along by Putting My Feet in the Dirt’s wonderful phrase prompt: fluctuating follies.
Visit them both!
No! Mad!
Smoke. Strong coffee. The sweet grassy smell of evaporating dew. Birds singing as the sun rose. That delicious sense of freedom. And quiet. Not knowing where she’d be tomorrow. Relishing her role as momma’s “little nomad.”
A tiny but furious voice interrupted her reverie. “No! Mad!”
Shaking off the past, she turned to now. The queen of the “terrible twos” demanded attention. Memory lane would have to wait.
Thanks to Sammi for her prompt (nomad) and the challenge to write a 68 word story. Click here for rules and other takes on the challenge.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 