Redux
life is waiting
for us to appear
lacking strength
once again
this blanket of doom
intervenes
feeling wrapped up
in cold dysfunction
held hostage by fear
it stakes a claim
on our courage
strangles it
eyes can’t face the day
legs won’t move
a body screaming
with electricity
the weight of the world
too much
retreat the only option
back to bed
we grow accustomed to the dark
Originally posted 4/15/2019 on I Write Her.
with time being scarce
multi-tasking for success
working and eating
There was a fire in the pit of her stomach, and regardless of the label “catastrophe” bestowed upon her by social media content creators, she continued to create art that was shocking and visceral, begging people to wake up to the raw reality around them.
She never guessed how the establishment would eventually come after her over it.
“Let’s get drinks later,” Jess said to her assistant, Shawna. “I need a break. We can wallow in our misery and blame the drastic policies of our leadership for our foul moods, and say nasty things about them screwing up our world!”
My apologies, but it seems that SenHai #18 was a repeat of SenHai #6! So glad I realized that I had duplicated it when I began the next post. Regardless of the repeat, I adored your new responses. :)
Here is this week’s image to get your creative juices flowing!
This image features a small child standing in front of a Christmas window display, wearing a red insulated winter jacket and a matching red hat. The scene is filled with small snowflakes falling all around.
Please create one senryu and one haiku to accompany this image prompt. Remember that a traditional haiku describes nature or a season, while a senryu focuses on human nature and emotions.
Then, provide a link in the comments below or ping back to this post on your blog.
Here is a wrap-up of last week’s prompt. I appreciate each of you for sharing your thoughts!
Carolyn – SenHai Saturday #18
Eugenia – #Senhai Saturday – 9/20/25
Tina – Autumn’s Broken Memories
Nolcha – Lavender
Carol Anne – Sen-hai Saturday #18
Cheryl – Senhai Saturday
Lisa – Wonders
Sarah – Aurora’s Embrace
Violet – Water’s Edge
my first awakened me
daily ones sustained me
flutteringly fast ones escalated my anxiety
deep, intentional ones calmed me
shallow ones generally got me through the day
focused ones had me reflect on my shit
roughly 25,000 times a day
normal means breathing for my life
i don’t control it
it controls me
awake or asleep
the day will come
when no craving for air exists
when i’ll take my last breath
and i will be at peace
a person’s being
guiding kernels embedded
the truth trickles in
we try to make a good impression
but the presentation is a show
for who we really are
lies in how we see ourselves
Redux
evil in heaven
isn’t he in the wrong place
reaching down for souls
Originally posted 4/4/2019 on I Write Her.
the alarm goes off
slight remnants of dreams linger
time to rise and shine
Charlie thought he had given a rousing speech; actually, most sane people considered it babbling or some demonic rap only his followers understood. Leaning on the unfurled birch bark, leaving an imprint on my skin, it reminded me to straighten up or continue to be uncomfortable. I took a long sip from my water bottle, thoughts of wishing to be exiled swirling in my head, and my hands wringing with disgust at this scene before me. The chirping of sparrows in the brush piped up; presumably, they detected the danger in the slot of the pallet where the snake appeared.
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