This is another haiku written with today’s politics in mind. Love will win; we’ll be sure of it. The fat spider weaves a web of falsehoods. The silk is rotten. He falls.
Now what’s to be done That the blood has spilled, her smile Turned to ash and dust
Note: Today’s haiku was written after Donald Trump refused to condemn Nazism and white supremacy. #Resist The words unspoken By a “leader” of “freedom” Shows his cowardice
How strange, she thought–did she hear the deadbolt lock, or was it just her imagination?
A wet kiss rolls down The top of my umbrella And on my rain boot
the freckled leaf clung to the branch–until at last it fluttered to the ground and was crunched by the foot of a small child.
Enveloped in pain, Agony washed over her. The monster found her.
Worn, it fell apart Before it could be repaired It was alive once
Her skin was clammy He knew this was the ending A breeze stirred her hair
As she knelt on the hard floor in prayer, the nun shuddered.
Always a surprise It’s only momentary Lives can come undone
The light, glittering with dust, settled on the baubles the old crone had stashed in her open trunk.
Hello, All! I have been having such great fun writing haikus! Because of that, I’ve decided to also write a daily, one sentence story. The catch to the story however, is that it must contain one random word. The random word will be given to me by an online word generator. Today’s word is: Scarlet … Continue reading One Story. One Sentence. Scarlet.
To fantasize is To fetishize dreams that are Not truthful to life
Green, stretched dimpled skin Paring knife slices the flesh Smooth. Delicious. Pure.
Tart, tip of the tongue Tingles. Feels like pinpricks to My senses. Eyes tear.
Like a speck of dust It does no harm until it Joins an angry horde
Restricted, unable To process what has happened Heart pounding, can’t breathe.
Reading helps me learn new ways of vocalizing my thoughts. Reading helps me examine societal issues. Reading helps me to be a better person.
The simmering heat Sent waves down the dark pavement Rubber soles stuck fast
A Bit of Backstory… I have been passionate about the written word since I was a little girl. I chose to study another discipline when I was in college, but I’m finally coming back to myself–if I can describe it that way.
How long had it been Since the lie had been uttered And the last word spoke
So bright and cheerful More dazzling than the sun her porcelain skin
The snail went along Passing no one on its way But it left a mark
Hello, dear ones! As you’ve learned from previous posts, I love reading. It’s an activity that has brought my life joy since I was able to string words together on a page. After reading a delightful post written by Sílvia of The Happiest Pixel introducing and tagging all readers in The Book Lover’s Tag, (FYI, you need … Continue reading The Book Lover’s Tag
This is my first one. Haven’t made one since grade school. Not very easy.
What is today’s word of the day (I type as I realize it’s clearly in the title) MUSIC! Ah, yes, music; it has a way of lifting us up, doesn’t it? Like apparition, music can remove us from the place we’re physically present; it’s magical what music can do. I’ve been playing with the idea … Continue reading Word of the Day: MUSIC
He had not been imaginary, was not unreal–he had spoken; his voice like thunder.