The Silver Comet Trail in Georgia We are divided. I think that we can still rise, And find common ground. Written for the Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #413: Divide and Rise.
Finding Common Ground, Saving a Nation
Love that Was Meant to Be
St. Augustine, Florida 2021 You whisper sweet words. Like two birds of a feather, We share wondrous love. Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #400: Feather and Whisper.
Only You Can Control Your Temper
Control your temper. Like with fire-spitting dragons, Magic will not help. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Dragon and Magic.
To the Nicholas Brothers and Fred Astaire
I love your dance moves. Each step seems impossible. Oh, to swing like y'all! Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: move and step.
Overcoming the Scars of the Past
The bruises are gone. The pain is crusted over. I have joy again! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challnge #395: Crust and Scar.
The Tremendous Pain of Hate
Sweetwater Creek State Park, Georgia Your glare truly hurts. You don't try to mask your hate. It won't destroy me! Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetery Prompt Challenge: glare and mask.
Joy Will Come with the Morning!
My joy will return. Somewhere down the line, I know. I wait for morning! Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: down and line.
Sweet Words of Love
Sweetwater Creek State Park, Douglasville, Georgia Honest words of love Bend our hearts toward each other. Speak sweetly to me! Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #392: Bend(ing/s) and Heart.
Thank God, It’s Safe to Drive Again!
Snow turns into slush. White lines no longer blend in. Safe to drive again. When I saw the prompts, I automatically thought of the one winter in Illinois where I was terrified of driving, mainly because I couldn't see the street lines and when I braked, the car kept moving. We moved in the spring... Continue Reading →
Early Birds Still Have to Work for the Worms
Early birds get worms, But only by avidly Pursuing their prize. Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #378: Avid and Worm.
Help from Heaven 