Making meatball from scratch, with nutmeg, in Cerratina, Italy! He saw my profile. I seemed sweet, the pearl he sought. Then, he stole my heart. True story for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: sweet and heart. Above we are learning to cook Italian while on vacation in Italy until Saturday, and we will be... Continue Reading →
Spectacular hues. Beauty of the sunrise feeds. My soul is nourished. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, May 15, 2019: Mountain Sunrise.
Slipping and sliding. On the icebergs of this life. Look beyond the tip. Written for this week's RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: slip and tip.
Watching waves tumble. Don't tinker with perfection. God creates order. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: tumble and tinker.
Jonathan was angry with his mother. At age 16, she had denied his request for a motorcycle. He thought, "How dare she tell me no! Nobody tells me that I cannot have what I want!" His mother hated that he was angry, but she knew that denial is valuable for people. Getting everything one wants... Continue Reading →
She was the subject of many fables. They named her Anne of Gruesome Gables. She didn't suffer fools and other bores, So, they said she was nasty to her core. But, I submit that she was misunderstood By those too lazy to do what she would. She worked hard and did her work right, Making... Continue Reading →
The tall pines on the hill poked at the clouds, A battle centuries old which always brings delight. On this May morning, I sit quietly on the porch, Admiring nature's waltz in the shimmering light. It speaks of a force that's invisible to our eyes, One that causes the trees to continue to stand Through... Continue Reading →
My feet meanders through fields, Following my soul as it takes flight. They take me to unknown places Where I find peace in morning's light. To walk down new unfamiliar roads, Paths that have went unexplored, Fills me with immeasurable joy, Bringing me closer to the Lord. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #104 from... Continue Reading →
The logic of grass has always escaped me, To grow something that needs to be cut. You work all week, living for the weekend, Only to be caught in the same old rut. Lawnmowers, leaf blowers, and edge trimmers, Working hard from dusk until time for bed. I'd rather have a dragon just blow fire... Continue Reading →