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.
Known for a bad case of metrophobia, Gwen's body twisted inside at the shock Of being assigned to write a poem tonight About eggs, or peaches, or a pretty frock. Crouched in her slip on the bedroom floor, Her intense fears had her in their grip. There was a high chance of a failing grade,... Continue Reading →
The morrow has come. May love between races surge. Let's heal our nation. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge. The prompts are Morrow and Surge.
Our passion appeared asleep, but I knew that we could awaken it. We are near enough to touch, but have become too distant to embrace. We had big dreams for our marraige, but spent little time fulfilling them. My hope in us is strong, but your despair saps some of my conviction. Yet, this morning... Continue Reading →