even under ice

even under ice shoots of green grass grow stronglyseeking slivers of sunshineundeterred by winter‘s coldbe thou like the grass ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Tanka, the muse Inspired by the birds singing outside and the green under sheets of ice.

winter

winter once seemed a sad wasteland both dead and bare everything in cold darkness yet the grass grows under snow to bird songs ringing ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Tanka, the muse Inspired by the birds singing outside and the green under sheets of ice.

The first moment

From the moment she first laid eyes on him she knew. He was in his late 20s and fit. He was clearly from a bigger city than the one they were in that night and his urban look made her worry that the feelings she had of dread were because they were different races. That... Continue Reading →

goodnight

goodnight 
he whispered at the moon 
drifting slowly across his sky 
as if he’d been speaking 
to her 
it didn’t matter that she 
would not hear him 
as he woke in his day 
and she faded into her night 
alone 
he thought tenderly of her © Gwendolyn Raczkowski, 2017-2022, All Rights Reserved. ⁂ Follow the link below for more #poetry, #prose, and #philosophicalmusings from The Kintsukuroi Life.

nothing left

i spent every ounce of energy and feelingevery hope and dream and prayerkeeping myself together with himtrying to be enough for himthin enoughfit enoughquiet enoughperfect enough excusing every horror he threw at meuntil there was nothing left of me ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Free verse, the muses Inspired by Promptarium.

emptiness

there's an emptinessin the space between we twothat comforts and kills ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ senru (haiku about a human), the muse Inspired by Promptarium.

the hardest

The most important things are the hardest to say, and I wish people would say them instead of keeping them inside. Your partner is abusive. You only think they aren’t because you learned to think abusive behavior comes from love. I know they said they’re sorry and you believe they meant it, but the impact... Continue Reading →

deeply

the distance and time meant nothing to her because she loved him deeply ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ senru, the muse Inspired by somebody I just found because I'm sick in bed and reading. The name is Promptarium.

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