They Bled Me for Words

dried up tree,dry pond,empty pond,cleaning a pond,dry fishery,

They bled me for words
not knowing I was all used up
Like the woman at the well standing
next to everlasting water
but feeling dry as
dead bones in the desert
I thought my well had gone dry
then I heard a splash

11-30-2017

 

I wrote this for a #WrittenRiver prompt. There is always hope. There is always something to write about. Pick a different form, pick a different medium. There is water in the desert, one just has to know where to look. Are you making a new year’s resolution that has to do with writing? Tell me about it in the comments.

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Shrouded Spring

birds shrouded in mist
they chirp knowing spring is
but a cloud away
3-13-15

 

Spring looks like it has already arrived in much of the USA. How does your area look?

swarming birds,flock of black birds,migration,morning,

Hopeful Senryu

 I buy cereal
enough soap for a month
because I have hope

 

dinner blessing, family, love, winter table

The little bird that kept so many warm.

Here is a Dickinson poem you’ve probably heard.

Leave me a comment below telling me which poem, about hope, is your favorite. Mine is “Footprints”.

 

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“Hope” is the thing with feathers –

That perches in the soul –

And sings the tune without the words –

And never stops – at all –

 

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –

And sore must be the storm –

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm –

 

I’ve heard it in the chilliest land –

And on the strangest Sea –

Yet, never, in Extremity,

It asked a crumb – of Me.