one blue cup each
flows easily through her hands
dry river beds
laughter’s pure reflection
sing song they learn A B Cs
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so young to be old
internal Acholi’s strength
Nile clouds my vision
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If I share a handful of their giggles, would you share a handful of precious water?
This week’s Word Press photo challenge is Reflections
and Reflections at Weekly Tanka Prompt
I can’t count your stripes
or see through the trees
white and black patterns
are camouflage it seems
There were no zebras on safari in Uganda. The ranger told us the herds in that part of the country had contracted disease but fortunately the zebras in other regions are alive and well. Funny thing I cant find a bit about the missing zebras in the news or any google search. Someone is behind the times or lines…
Cant believe that this marks the very end of the A to Z challenge.
this once content reed, flails
wind seeks to rip from mooring
torrent twists at peace
dusk to dawn, I wrestle
hot tears silent fall
gash displaces scars sewn shut
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But light is on the horizon
before ink sets dry
warm breeze blanket will heal
soft rain cleases wounds
faith holds this vessel steadfast
hope will make me whole
This song reminds me that I need not be weighed down by life’s burdens
Beckoned to the mystery
something I might dread
there has to be something
behind the hallway of my head
my finger shudders, lingers
on THE button slowly now
once I press it “Open”
“Close” may not be allowed
my hand makes the decision
reason swirls with dismay
one thing I can tell you
I’ll never be the same
If I told you what I found there
you’d be in a tangle too
but I signed a special paper
you’ll wish in part you knew
the question now arises
where am I am I not
if you knew the answer
you’d stand to lose alot
Wishing all the Poet’s United folks a happy Wednesday and Happy Thanksgiving (for those who are celebrating) and thanks Sumana for the prompt “Hyperbole.”
I circled her fresh face with my fingertips
ruby red were her luscious lips
spring her blossom ever green
awaken not from this dream
summer harsh it takes the glow
dew’s gone, nothing will grow
our love languish in her eyes
robbing heat I ever despise
colors change, bouquet of woe
her faded lips her time I know
nothing lasts, she is so pale
catch the fall, of her I’ve failed
brightens my day
seasons flow like water
can’t catch red petals
Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Appreciation. I have a recent love of red tulips. Sadly tulips do not last.
Sky tears fall like buckets
observing from a glass tower
lightening tests the glass
while thunder reverberates
trembling people look for assurance
there is none as the walls tumble
What do you when it’s raining buckets?
Deeply rooted
spring soil welcomes new life
sodden past
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sun smiles knowingly
discarded tiger lilies
age-old struggle
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old life removed
nature taunts failure
can’t dig away pain
This set of haiku shared with A to Z Challenge for the letter R as well as Poets United Mid week Motif – this week’s prompt Poets United
What can be more organic than haiku written while I was standing in the soil. As I was digging yesterday, I grabbed my phone, took pictures of the roots I have dug up for 4 years and I wrote about my struggle on my (now grimy) notepad.
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Writer of children's literature, short stories and poetry
