Although his head had lost its hair, I was so proud of the man he portrayed. The cancer that caused him to go bald Couldn't alter him into someone staid. As he listened to the awful diagnosis, He was glad that the doctor didn't deceive About the very real difficulties that he faced. He asked... Continue Reading →
Rough season behind! I called out and you heard me. Oh, Lord, I thank you. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: season and rough.
It is cold outside! We snuggle in a blanket! We fall more in love! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #330: Cold and Fall.
Photo from goodfreephotos.com Rain wets the flowers. Buds drink thirstily and sigh! Blooms start to open! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Bloom and Wet.
I want to walk through heather, Enjoying the beauty of the moors! Oh, let me smell the sweetness on a Scottish hillside, As we walk together outdoors. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammiscribbles. The prompt is Heather in 27 words.
Storms rage in this life. It seems like they will not end. But calm will prevail. Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: calm and storm.
Photo from Pinterest.com I dreamed of a roof made of thatch, So a trip to Ireland I hatched. This meant a plane I had to catch In this time that no other can match. So, I bought masks by the batch, And found myself on Liam's patch. Written for Saturday Mix-Rhyme Time from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie,... Continue Reading →
Photo from Pikist.com I walked among the mysterious and beautiful megaliths from long ago, And I wondered who built them and what they were meant to celebrate. Then, I touched the rock and felt a warmth and joy fill my soul, And I somehow knew that it was love's victory over hate. Written for the... Continue Reading →
Photo by Cottonbro on Pexels.com Disassociation is what the doctors called it. It will soon get better with these pills, they said. But many weeks went by without a sign of relief, As the depression continued to fill me with dread. Constant darkness hovered, with no lights in sight, I had to find a better... Continue Reading →
Don't clip children's wings! Free their imaginations! Ban conformity! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #323: clip and wings. Obviously I am against standards that do not address the unique ways that children learn.
