the narrow branch sways,
under wind and melting snow
we are spring-minded
– Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #246. Word prompts were “narrow” & “minded” or synonyms of those. Photo from pexels.com.
At the Well
I opened my eyes to blinding sun. I pulled the rope, hoping to finish before anyone noticed. I was startled by a man leaning against the well. Had he been there? “Let me.” He took my burden before I could respond. He poured the bucket into my pot. The water flowed until it was full. … Continue reading “At the Well”
I opened my eyes to blinding sun. I pulled the rope, hoping to finish before anyone noticed.
I was startled by a man leaning against the well. Had he been there?
“Let me.” He took my burden before I could respond. He poured the bucket into my pot. The water flowed until it was full.
“How did you…it takes three times for that container.”
I stared at refreshing water inside the vessel. “Have faith. You’ll do great things.”
I looked up. He was gone.
Somehow, I now held the bucket. I opened my eyes. Morning rays infiltrated my room.
– Written for Carrot Ranch March 21, 2019 Flash Fiction Challenge. Prompt was “In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a bucket of water. What is the condition of the water and what is the bucket for? Drop deep into the well and draw from where the prompt leads!” WC 99. Painting by Nathalie Villeneuve at Pause and Paint.
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Checking In
I’ve been away for a while now…
I have been working on a personal project with all kinds of ups and downs.
I have a couple of posts that I wanted to make from last year and then perhaps a new one or two.
Here is the most important project I have ever created:
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Long Hidden Until at Last
the setting sun gives life to shadows cast
from secret places
creeping forth from the past
the setting sun gives life to shadows cast
darkness comes revealing fast
heads hung low with hands on faces
the setting sun gives life to shadows cast
from secret places
– This is a Triolet poem. Photo from The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
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Bamboozled
Weather,
mood changes on
a dime. If had a dime
for every time I’d been fooled, I’d
take it.
– A Cinquain.
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Poeters Poet
Poets
gathered to share
and practice poeming with
snacks and goodwill. A poetic
action.
– A Cinquain inspired by “The Trouble with Poetry” by Tom Grisso and as a reflection on a recent meeting of the FBCWoo Poetry Group.
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