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.
My family still calls me the weird one, An appellation in which I take great pride. I've never been one to follow the crowds, Instead, letting my own beliefs be my guide. As a little girl among the hordes of people Living in slum dwellings of three rooms, I didn't believe the poor were valueless,... Continue Reading →
Photo image from Dan Grinwis Unsplash I tried to follow in my Grandma's footsteps, To make it easier to survive the pain in this life. But, I came to the place where her journey stopped, Before I'd encountered my own struggles and strife. I learned that I was never meant to walk in her steps,... Continue Reading →
A cup I offer, Filled with love and compassion. Sip deeply, my friends. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #322: cup and sip.
Oceans seem endless, But somewhere is a shore. Problems seem the same, But, soon, they are no more. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammiscribbles. The prompt is Endless in 18 words exactly.
My youngest great-grandchild and me. I hope the Dream will become real in her lifetime. On the 57th anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King's "I Have a Dream" speech, the headlines are filled with news of protests against racial injustice and fears for our black sons and daughters. I had so hoped that with the... Continue Reading →