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
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.
leaves twirl down
timing is everything
Yep, you guessed it! This poem was inspired by the account and hashtag #ShapePoetry on Twitter. There are some great poetry accounts and great poets on Twitter. There are also poets who encourage other poets. Check it out. It’s a great community. I go missing for months and they are still so supportive when I show back up.
vines flow and stalks lean
sending leaves past their boundary
Nov 1st, 2016
I wrote this after seeing a prompt on #dimpleverse on Twitter.
fluffy flakes fall
the softness becoming ice
I keep my footing
I wrote this one for #Ravensveil and shared it on Twitter at the first of the year. The meaning behind it has grown. I try to put many layers into the three lines that make up my haiku, and sometimes I accomplish it.
I am going to share another haiku on the first day of Summer. Be sure to follow me so you get to read it.
despite the chaos
we still have fun together
a loud flock of birds
This poem was inspired by a #writtenriver prompt which you can find on Twitter. I keep waiting for life to calm down and get in a rhythm. I like rhythms, I like routine with short bouts of crazy. But the last two years have been crazy with bouts of routine. I don’t know if life will get calmer, but I am enjoying it. I am enjoying my son and my husband and doing life with people in my community.
strength drips out of me
my last candle burning
at both ends
I wrote this haiku for a #writtenriver prompt on Twitter. I am excited to see what this week will bring. It has been a trying year so far, but it may be about to turn around.
Not All That Glitters
the ground sparkles
as if fairies visited
in the night
that glitter is not gold, but ice
you will take a fall
if you do not look closely
I wrote this on January 15, 2017, for prompt 169 from #poemtheme on Twitter. This will be my last post for National Poetry Month as I am not feeling well. It’s been a tough week but I have prevailed and life goes on.
at her feet
is no place
I wrote this for a prompt from #FieryVerse on January 6, 2017. If you are on Twitter, follow me to see these the same day that I write them. Don’t forget, while it’s easier to like and share on Twitter, you can like and share my blog posts as well.
end of the work week
dried up flowers
Today’s prompt was “wiped”.
If you are liking the haiku that I am writing, be sure to follow me on your favorite sites. I am on Twitter and Facebook and Instagram. You can also follow me by scrolling all the way to the bottom of this post and clicking the correct link. If you are a WordPress user, don’t forget to hit follow down in the corner.
So this year, WordPress decided to not help us make a blog post that reviewed our year. See my Twitter feed for details. Well, that’s about par for the course. 2016 has been a difficult and odd year. So I decided to whip one up myself. Do you look forward to reading “in review” posts from bloggers? I would love to hear your answer in the comments.
Also, I promise to try to be more hopeful and upbeat in 2017. This next year will be good if we all try really hard to make it be good together.
Top 5 posts by views
FF | Third Wheel
FF | Good Memories
FF | First Holiday Together
Halfway Through 2016 and I’m Back
Top 5 posts by likes
Escaping the King 23
The Kind Baker 24
Good Memories 25
Dark Nights 26
The Last Resort 26
(These are also my top Liked Friday Fictioneer posts.)
I did not get as many views as last year, but I did take 30 days off in June, in which I did not post or promote my blog. But the difference wasn’t that much, 870 fewer views this year than 2015. If I can get 900 more views in 2017 I’ll be a happy writer.
Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo prompt posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is not a closed group; you can join in! We are allowed to use the photo (taken by another writer) in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations. This week’s story is 99-words long.
Also, I have been using the hashtag #FridayFictioneers when I tweet a link to one of my Friday Fictioneer stories on Twitter. There are others using that hashtag too. If you have Twitter you should do the same on Fridays, maybe we could get the hashtag trending.
PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma
Tickets to Anguish
Joey stood outside, rain pouring down his back. What a fool he had been. He had trusted her to stay faithful once they were married.
“Ya gotta put a ring on it!” she had teased. “In today’s world, you can’t expect me to ignore other guys until you prove that you only want me.”
So Joey worked double shifts and saved to buy a ring. After a quick wedding he put her name on everything he owned.
Six months later she bought movie tickets and forgot to tell him. When he arrived she was walking inside with another man.
the songs of summer
float through the crack in the door
they chide me for
laying on the couch they don’t
understand how much I hurt
This poem was inspired on Twitter by a #MSPoetry micropoetry prompt.
What would you like to see next? Leave me a comment.