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.
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
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.
taste my bleeding heart
its sweetness drowned in fury
battered by the fight

In the words of the fabulous Dixie Chicks I’m Not Ready to Make Nice so (try as I might) not even the word prompts of sweet/heart could quell my rage. But thanks for trying Ronovan Writes.

the battle goes on
but we’ve already lost
as bullets rain down
This month marks the the anniversary of the Kent State and Jackson State killings. This week, another shooter shot up another campus and the week before that another shooter shot up … and so on and so on…. Plus, I live in Florida where the @#*#@ legislature passed some truly awful things this week including arming teachers and stripping away voting rights with what is essentially a poll tax! I’m in a hopeless kind of mood and Linda’s SoCS prompt to write about something that “falls from the sky” and Fandango’s FOWC prompt “battle” inspired this sad little haiku.
