Pause from busyness. Your world needs you whole and hale. Rest your tired body. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefueille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: pause.
Rest Your Body: Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
Be All God Made You to Be: Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku
It's like a fever! Girls being fierce and able. Don't stop the movement. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: fierce and fever.
Morning Always Comes: Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
Heart heavy with pain. Sadness ushers in the night Morning will soon come. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: sadness.
Stand Up for Others: RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge
Take pride in helping. Fight for the rights of others. Look beyond yourself. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Pride and Fight.
Summer Love in Red and Green: Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
Red hunk of sweetness. Caterwaul echoes of joy. Mouths covered with juice. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: Summer love. Also July Writing Prompt from Putting My Feet in the Dirt: caterwaul echoes. I loved the few times we could afford watermelon. We ate it right to the core, trying not to... Continue Reading →
The Enigma of Sun Bathing
Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, June 26, 2019: sun bathing. As a black person, I have always wondered about the efficacy of becoming brown in such a painful way, especially when I see people who look like lobsters afterwards. Basking in the sun. Skin turning brown painfully. Why, is my question?
Love as a Superpower: RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge
Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: strange and super. It is a strange thing. A superpower of moms. Love never-ending.
The Necessity of Being Outdoors: Photo Challenge #268
Sitting down, with the grass as my cushion, Enjoying the beauty of the many flowers. Winter's gone, and summer has found its way, And I am gladdened because of summer's power. Summer pulls us out of our self-hibernation, Drawing us with its richness of smells. Barbecue and honeysuckle and just-cut grass Tend to cast among... Continue Reading →
My High School Reunion: Tale Weaver #226
This year is the 50th since I graduated from high school. Deep in my veins, I wonder if attending it might be cool. I promised myself on that faraway graduation day That like mangoes, I would avoid those people in every way. Being bullied daily about my looks caused me so much pain, And made... Continue Reading →
