I know it to be true
it will be a day much like today
child tears and laughter
haunted day dreams
piles of laundry
dishes, old and new
kiss from the husband and a quick
I love you
of past events
and future possibilities stuck on repeat
food cravings and warped mirrors
a little loneliness
I know it to be true
eleven for NaPoWriMo.
Today’s prompt was to write about what your future would look like.
Backpack left under the chair
A tangle of arms
Tiny fingers try
A fight of the wills
Mommy’s patience dwindles
This little fun poem was in response to
Quadrille #54: Zip It! over at dVerse. We had to include any form of the word zip and had to use exactly 44 words.
Getting kids ready for school, always a chore!
Out of reach
I lift my arms
To no avail
I gawk at my mind’s mirror
I cry out
Not good enough
Here I am.
Take a step
Pick the brick from my skin
Walls meant to
I lift my weary head
For this poem I use prompts from Day
and Day Six for NaPoWriMo. Nine
Six challenged us to play with line breaks and Nine challenged us to write about when something big and something small come together.
This poem is about the daily fight with mental illness(BIG) and self(small).
photo by Charles Etoroma via Unsplash
We are mere moments in a lifetime
whispers amongst chaos
a mist in the wind
This is in response to
Week 114 of Three Line Tales
photo by Dan Carlson
My racing thoughts burn through my mind
The heat is too much to bear
So I succumb, obey, repeat – Silence… but for a moment
Three Line Tales, Week Twenty-five
Photo by: kazuend
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
or so they say
But not every mask can hide the blurred lines of deception
A few more lines. This time for
Three Line Tales, Week Twelve.
I know I have been away for quite awhile. Life has made it difficult for me, as of late, and writing has been pushed to the wayside. I promise to be back soon with more, but for now, here are a few short lines in honor of
She saw everything clearly
Teetering on the edge
If only she had wings
Holds onto fears
Folds them up and keeps them
I was born this way
But I can break this code
And freely live
Written for #wispwrit
It took all day to come up with lines for
. I saved them so I could run them by my husband before submission and then I woke up Friday morning. My first thought as I opened my eyes was, #3lineThursday Oh no! I forgot to submit my lines!!! What a horrible way to wake up.
Anyway, I will post them here even though I missed the deadline.
Photo by: Julie Jensen
Hungry, they devoured numbers and set their sights on power
And though they rose and reigned on lofty thrones
They saw no beauty, forever veiled behind their pride
Photo by Philip Harris
Tomorrow peaks through, kaleidoscope colors dance upon dead limbs
It’s pleas seep into your skin, prodding you to fight
Unrelenting, it provides hope and solace for a weary soul
Three Line Thursday