Trauma (tanka)

February 7, 2024.Reading time 1 minute.

Took some time to re-evaluate where my energy goes, as my health has been deteriorating lately. The one thing Myalgic Encephalomyelitis teaches is that energy for anything (be it mental, emotional, or physical exertion) is limited. Trying on a stripped back existence in order to reset. That has meant limited screen time. “The idle mind is the devil’s […]

Recipe For Love

November 15, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Relationships are complicated. Each generation, it seems, struggles to find the answers. My tanka is a one observation. What would you add?

For Ukraine

June 28, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Why We Write

April 26, 2023.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Buttercup

August 2, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Dreamy buttercup,soothsayer of my youth, promiseda love eternal –oh, I hoped, willed it be so –naught but folly, now I see. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Purple Wisp

February 20, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Insignificancedoes not apply to nature’screations – each speckintegral to overallviability. (For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

Upside Down

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

Nectar’s potency –not diminished upside-down –does butterfly seekperspective, or is uprightonly a human construct? (For Cee’s Flower of the Day. Also linking up to my weekly challenge: upside-down.)

Milk Pods (FOTD)

November 9, 2018.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Do wishes come true? I remember milk pod dreams – seeds of hope carried on late summer gusts – winter hovering on the sideline. (Cee’s Flower of the day challenge)

The Way It Is (tanka)

At every turna challenge – prefer scenicforays, encounterrocky climes – ironic twists,stretching this reluctant soul (Image my own)

Doctoring

Doctoring broken hearts –my own legacy a training ground –like an anesthesiologist I keep the patient breathing,asleep – muted by kindness,unconscious and unable to react. Why? Because lulling others is moreeffective than operating on self –faux obligations such a balm Administer lidocaine to the woundsNumbness preferable to open-heartedinvestigation… no sutures strong enoughto remedy internal bleeding […]

Facades

Somehow I knew his mask was porcelain –impossible to hide the soul’s lightreflected in troubled eyes… I played along though,humoured his self-deceptionnodded at assertions of calm Knew that one day the facade would crackthe mask would slip and the rage escape Why I didn’t run; I do not knowMaybe it was recognition –my own countenance […]