after school haiku
under cloudy sky
fennel flowers and barbed wire
laughing our way home
under cloudy sky
fennel flowers and barbed wire
laughing our way home
the fire was spun like caramelized sugar with a smirk (and the hissing) my tongue, wet and hungry reached out to closed spaces (closing spaces) the balloons soaring above the firelight taking a piece of me into the embers below (with a hiss) it darkened and everything went cold the fire remains but doesn’t warm…
sleeping beauty awakens
winter ellipses shimmering essence like butterfly wings– caressing opening softly 1000 roses petals breaking through– defenses illuminated darkness with nocturnal eyes treading softly in– surrender
I asked him to tell me something that is a favorite. His response? “I love seeing acts of compassion.” Oh my.
I’m writing this to just get it out. To put it down. I found a smattering of random notes in my writing desk. There are pages and pages of observations. I’m putting them here because I think maybe there is a theme but I may only find it by sharing. I also don’t want to…
Butterflies were released from the dark places. Her heart, relieved and stronger, flung itself wider. (and she rejoiced)