Like Fire

April 27, 2022.Reading time less than 1 minute.

My essence is flamewords, like sparks, igniting change –transformative fire (Image mine)

Balance Would Be Good

August 18, 2021.Reading time 1 minute.

Life feels a bit like this photo right now – buggy. While Ric is on the mend, I have been undergoing tests for chronic issues. Last week, two biopsies were taken and a growth removed. No answers yet. “Are you scared?” Ric asks me as we lie awake, minds processing in the stillness of night. […]

Pick-me-ups!

September 25, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Freshly picked wishesa bundle of encouragement –immunity boost! (For Cee’s Flower of the Day challenge.)

In the Aftermath

September 18, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

All the fading bitsdetract – I am still alivepassion asserting. (A quick check in. I am recovering well; still needing lots of rest. Thanks for all the good wishes. Image from my collection.)

Brown-eyed

August 21, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Brown eyes unblinkingbat golden lashes skyward –celestial flirt (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Appreciation

July 31, 2020.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Flowers greet the rainface up appreciation –nourishment’s glow. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day.)

Night, Night

December 13, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Donning Winter’s coatSummer’s sparkle retreated –Garden is abed. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Adieu

December 6, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

How bright the coloursunlight creating shadow –dramatic ending.

First Signs

November 29, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Green sprig, crimson pop –ornamental precursorto giving season. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Ho, Ho, Oh No

November 22, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Winter’s impatiencecrowns Autumn’s bearings with white –early Santa’s cap. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Origin

Anxiety burnsan acidic devouring confidence impaled –mind wanders to childhood dreamsuncovers fear’s origin. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. I came across this tanka written in May/21 that seemed to match with the image I recently posted on my other blog. I decided to pair them here.)

The Last Train (Sonnet)

We wait at the station, Mother and I,one final stop for her – painless she prays;I busied at bedside – prolonged goodbye –memories and regrets filling our days. “We live too long,” she wearily proclaims“Why must suffering linger till the end?”I plea and bargain, call angelic names,yet the will to survive refuses to bend. The […]

Mouse Massacre

There are mouse bitssplayed across the sunroomstuck to my favourite throw rug and great globs of glue The trap my husband setto catch the recent invasionapparently lured the hunterfor she, stiff legged andface matted, is skulkingelsewhere I stepped on a gluey biteyes not yet openbefore notingthe disarray Hard to concentratewhen a tail detachedfrom a thigh […]