feeling gratitude
for harmonic convergence
and tranquil echoes

In the current world context in which everything SUCKS, I’m trying to practice gratitude. I’m not very good at it! Thanks to Sue and Ronovan for (at least) reminding me to try!
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
feeling gratitude
for harmonic convergence
and tranquil echoes

In the current world context in which everything SUCKS, I’m trying to practice gratitude. I’m not very good at it! Thanks to Sue and Ronovan for (at least) reminding me to try!
Enflamed and engorged
My heart beats a bloody red
Echoing desires
For the delights of lost nights
Or the release of found days
This Tanka was inspired by two separate challenges. First, I love the phrase “echoing desires,” which was our challenge phrase from Putting My Feet in the Dirt. Secondly, Reena’s challenge to think about perspective got me thinking about the complicated idea of desire. Desire is very much a two- (or more) sided emotion. Individually, desire can lead to ecstasy but it also can leave us searching for an escape. As a collective, one person’s delight can be another person’s nightmare. In some ways, it’s all about perspective. So, those thoughts translated as this piece. Hope you like it (or not) … cause that really is about your perspective 😉

Capture the moment:
The calm between the beats
bestows beauty too

Working on appreciating the “now.” Thanks for the inspiration.
Written for the Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge. Our words were quiet (for which I substituted “calm”) and beauty.
Free from care. Carefree.
A cosmic joke or the truth?
Only time will tell.

Thanks to Sammi for an interesting prompt.
Not sure my deep thoughts translated into a great 14 word haiku but I enjoyed the challenge.
What would he say when he saw them? Sparkly and pink, they matched her t-shirt and her lip gloss. Or would have, if she’d been brave enough to wear lip gloss. Baby steps. That’s her plan. Painted nails today. Maybe painted lips next week.
What was she so afraid of? She needed to live her true life. She needed to tell him! And she would. Soon.
Still, she remembered his menacing tone before last year’s talent show. “No son of mine is going to strut around like a painted whore!”
So, less Gaga. And more … what?
Baby steps.

Thanks to Carrot Ranch for a great FF challenge.