No matter how fierce, Storms eventually end. Troubles, too, will pass.. . Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #241: fierce and storm.
Tattooed on my body are the struggles I have survived, These marks define what I believe to be true. They tell the world that I have overcome mountains, And in succeeding, my strength has been renewed. Scissored from my life are the fears that kept me Afraid to ascend to the heights of whom I... Continue Reading →
As a new professor with Doctor in front of my name, I could not wait to put my new knowledge in motion. I thought that the students would be quite impressed, But one yawning student disavowed me of that notion. As I looked at that miscreant who dared act as if he were bored, I... Continue Reading →
Poem written for the One-Rhyme Friday Challenge from Judy Dykstra Brown, in which only one rhyme is used. I decided to try my hand at it. A dear friend called me today, And she had much to me to say: When your situation becomes a fray, It's good to have a friend who knows to... Continue Reading →
With my ears near her beating heart, And her calloused hands holding me close, I knew that I was always safe in her arms, No matter what trials and troubles arose. She chastised me justly when I was wrong, But never to hurt me or to put me down. It was her way of ensuring... Continue Reading →
Walking on the waves, Dressed in her Sunday best, Mother Nature juggles her duties, Realizing there is not time for rest. Feeding the seagull from her hand, While protecting the fish at her feet From the debris left by humans who show Little respect for the creatures in the seas. Poem written for 50 Word... Continue Reading →
I am not impressed By what you say you can do. Show me the results. Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge, February 11, 2019: do and say.
Daily, I savored the beauty of the far horizon, Where the ocean, moon, and the sky became one. I knew that beyond it, a sanctuary waited for me, A place where my hopes and dreams would be born. My weary soul sought a quiet, sacred resting place, Where the wisdom of the ages could be... Continue Reading →
Silence found The colorful sky at sunset-- Cicadas sing Peace floods into my tired soul, Another day ends in joy. Written to complete the Tan Renga for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, February 6, 2019: Sundown. Add two stanzas to three first 3 lines, only 14 syllables.