“How’ve you turned so dark?” “I decided to get out of me, and stop obstructing myself. Whatever remains is just beauty and light, and a path strewn with flowers.” “I can see a new face growing on you.” https://katmyrman.com/2019/06/11/twittering-tales-140-11-june-2019/
light, fragrant breeze my senses luxuriate in it you - somewhere near remember me, love we shared deserving a memorial https://frankjtassone.com/2019/06/08/haikai-challenge-6-8-19-fragrant-breeze-kunpuu-haiku-senryu-haibun-tanka-haiga-renga/ Image credit: By Bjarki Sigursveinsson – Own work, Public Domain, Wikipedia
Plop! She woke up from her reverie with the sound of a ball creating a splash in the bucket. Her toddler was at the game again, and the two older ones about to return from school. She rued about the disappearance of eight years of her life, as she lay the table with snacks for … Continue reading Being Mom
my smallness in the face of unseen difficulties enormity of challenges Scary! https://scvincent.com/2019/06/06/thursday-photo-prompt-choices-writephoto/
“This house has been deserted for more than a decade. You’ll need to clean cobwebs before any investigation takes place.” “Who waters the plants? They all look fresh.” “That is the story in local circulation. The house is believed to be haunted.” “Oh, those caring souls in there must have green fingers.” His sarcastic voice … Continue reading Myths
Miss me? Coz’ systems failed imperfectly perfect compliment I received from you in years https://patriciasplace.me/2019/06/05/in-other-words-compliment/
flabbergasted by tears you left- and missed the rainbows in bright smiles https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/06/05/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-june-5th-2019-rainbow/
digital libraries bring so much at our fingertips but joy of fingers brushing accidentally on the book covers shy glances exchanged before moving away exchanging books meeting again to return those -Disappeared forever… https://katmyrman.com/2019/06/04/twittering-tales-139-4-june-2019/
concealed in high tides murmur of blood-soaked heartbeats oceans cannot cry https://iwriteher.com/2019/06/04/i-write-her-weekly-haiku-senryu-challenge-22/
He had smashed all mirrors in his house, long ago. He hoped to restore them all – some day after quitting the job. But foregoing the handsome pay, perks and prestige wasn’t easy. Somehow, the ugly mask earned him respect. Only the sales manager knew that he was nothing more than a robot – abusing, … Continue reading Oh, to breathe again …
