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.
It was his qi That ebbed and flowed Between the dark open water's Endless cold And the glistening sunshine Tickling the liminal space Where she walked in the swash In endless grace In one the wide expanse Of all that has been In the other the hopes For all that he dreams At times he... Continue Reading →
they fit together perfectly nestled like apair of two teaspoons Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
She was many things... Her smile was intoxicating and her laughter addictive. She was undoubtedly a lady but she had the naughtiest sense of humor and would say the most outrageous and amusing things that left him shocked and shaking his head. Even when she wasn't sitting right in front of him he could see... Continue Reading →
Subtle flutters ofSteele blue and dusky grey wingsNestled in the wild lilacBeat gently after the danceAs the sun sinks low Tanka Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
If variety is the spice of life and there was none in his, than his was nothing more than a bitter and flat, tedious existence with only brief moments of sunlight and happiness... Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
His back was to the parking lot next to the old building today's shindig was supposed to be at as he filled his cup with cheap beer from the keg, so he hadn't even noticed the little Model T pull in or the slender woman getting out of it. He wasn't really interested in today's... Continue Reading →
She pelted him with a big, wet ball of soppy snow, hitting him firmly in the shoulder, laughing. The cold stung and burned but he'd never say so because the burning in his chest and cheeks far outmatched the cold spot on his arm. He loved her... Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Butterflies swirled and danced in the fury of the early autumn winds, intermingled with the falling reds and golds in sunlight. Tanka poetry Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
A bubbly shhhhhhhhh filled the mostly cavernous emptiness within the coffee shop. Until the last 6 months, the shop would have been filled with customers eager to spend $10 to $15 on a coffee and a pastry, sitting in the cool air conditioned space and listening to the latest company endorsed album while sitting on... Continue Reading →