Two Haiku for TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge. This week’s prompt word is “Tide”.
tides of greatest change
dredge through stagnant surfaces
no stone left unturned.
a fleeting riptide
offers escape for the wise
who go with the flow.
kat ~ 23 July 2016
My entry for this week’s Magnet Poetry Saturday Challenge. For many of us in the US this past week was rough as the vile underbelly of our hidden dark side exposed itself spewing hatred and venom in the name of patiotism and love of country. But love does not slander or lie or hate or judge or give sway to irrational fear.
Of course, only the Love Kit will do in times like this! May we all seek the light and be the light in this broken world. Peace and Love my friends! ❤️
have faith
always believe
living in the light
gives power to
love, peace, hope, joy…
all things gentle,
good and true.
~kat – 23 July 2016
photo by Dan Carlson
Tim managed to escape the blazing forest into the clearing where rescuers waited, but the sticky oil infused blacktop coated his shoes, bursting spontaneously into flames just as Tim secured himself in the rescue harness to begin his ascent to the hovering helicopter.
While everyone watched in horror, Tim kicked his feet frantically, finally freeing his feet from his shoes as they plummeted like fireballs to the ground below.
kat ~ 22 July 2016
A Three Line Tale for Sonya at Only 100 Words.
Helen was worried about her little brother. The family hadn’t heard from him in months. He stopped coming to holiday gatherings and never answered his phone. Enough was enough! Being 10 years his senior, she knew Henry’s brooding tendencies quite well. Even as a baby he barely smiled. It wasn’t until he met Alice that his countenance changed.
Helen booked a ticket on the next train ensuring that she would arrive on a Saturday when Henry was home.
As the taxi hugged the curb, she was startled to see that the house had fallen into minor disrepair. The average person wouldn’t notice of course, but Helen knew how meticulous Henry was about his boxwood hedges and lawn edging. She rang the bell three times before hearing movement behind the door.
As Henry opened the door, squinting from the sunlight, he stepped back a stride when he realized who had come to call. “Helen! You’re here!”
“Yes little brother, I am. You look like crap!” She pushed past Henry sending a cloud of dust into the stale air; more dust as she pulled the drapes open. “Get me some tea Henry, will you? I’m parched!”
kat ~ 22 July 2016
(194 Words)
A third installment in the series for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge based on the painting above by Else Berg. Read the first two installments of this story by clicking HERE and scrolling to the story called Seasoning.
like mercury colliding... 