Laying on the beach, comfortable and free, Smokes, cold beer, sand, a book, and the sun . The guy seemed like he had no real troubles, As if all of his responsibilities had been done. He was enjoying his life to the fullest, and I envied him his ability to let go and just live.... Continue Reading →
Live in the slow lane. So much life missed moving fast. Savor each moment. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge for May 27, 2019: fast and lane.
Making meatball from scratch, with nutmeg, in Cerratina, Italy! He saw my profile. I seemed sweet, the pearl he sought. Then, he stole my heart. True story for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: sweet and heart. Above we are learning to cook Italian while on vacation in Italy until Saturday, and we will be... Continue Reading →
Spectacular hues. Beauty of the sunrise feeds. My soul is nourished. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, May 15, 2019: Mountain Sunrise.
Slipping and sliding. On the icebergs of this life. Look beyond the tip. Written for this week's RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: slip and tip.
Watching waves tumble. Don't tinker with perfection. God creates order. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: tumble and tinker.
She was the subject of many fables. They named her Anne of Gruesome Gables. She didn't suffer fools and other bores, So, they said she was nasty to her core. But, I submit that she was misunderstood By those too lazy to do what she would. She worked hard and did her work right, Making... Continue Reading →
My feet meanders through fields, Following my soul as it takes flight. They take me to unknown places Where I find peace in morning's light. To walk down new unfamiliar roads, Paths that have went unexplored, Fills me with immeasurable joy, Bringing me closer to the Lord. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #104 from... Continue Reading →
The earth is a like teenager in a hoodie, Seen, but not respected for its wisdom. The older ones continue their destruction, Oblivious to the damage that's being done. The teen-aged earth tries to get their attention, To make them aware that there must be change. If the earth is to survive for more generations,... Continue Reading →
Closed my eyes and sighed. Violin strings plucked by hand. Music sweetly played. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku poetry Prompt Challenge: plucked and played.
Help from Heaven 