A strange young man called Crockett
wanted to go into space in a rocket
but his helmet and mask were too small
they just didn’t work at all
but it was a good try, so don’t knock it.
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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, October 16th 2019, leaves are falling
The flowers of youth
losing their grip on splendour
butterflies descend
Filed under Factual, Haiku, nature inspired, On the lines of romance
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #275 Wail&Wake
Listen to the wail
of the soul that cannot wake,
day of reckoning.
Filed under As you read it, dystopian view, faith, Haiku, Old knowledge, Self compositions
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 148 #SynonymsOnly ~Empty space
Unfilled
a void, in life,
in mind, then unprovoked
memories once imagined lost,
reborn
Filed under Cinquain, Factual, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
Sue Vincent’s ever popular Thursday photo prompt: Decomposition, #writephoto #tanka
Silently he stares
defying his tormentors
endless symphony,
wind and ocean in concert
to orchestrate his downfall.
Filed under As you read it, Otherworldly, Self compositions, Tanka
Ten word story “Reunion.”
Photo by Alex Fu on Pexels.com
My friend was just a shadow of his former self.
Filed under Flash fiction, Humorous, Self compositions
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #48
Ratty loved to sit on the grassy bank of the winding river. Relaxing in the warmth of the sun it was hard to stop his little eyes from closing and he could lean back and just lie with his head resting on a grassy hillock. It was not to be for he only came here with one thought in mind. He would stare into the mouth of the tunnel eagerly awaiting the next rush of foam coming out into the light of the day. His nostrils and whiskers would twitch and quiver in anticipation as he heard the iron grill rising and the rush of evil-smelling sewage would come pouring out once more as another mass of rubbish was discharged into the sparkling stream. Every time he would dive into the water and with a merry smile sift through for any delicacies to take home to his little burrow.
Filed under As you read it, nature inspired, Self compositions, Short story
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, October 9th 2019 … dementia
Frustrated we both,
relish times of clarity
tears remain hidden.
Filed under Factual, Haiku, Self compositions
Ronovan writes weekly #Haiku prompt #274
Rising from the ground
the roaring, giant lantern
lifts into the air.
Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing prompt 5-10-19
To escape the icy, dark, raging seas
a lone ship with all her sails lost, flees,
the crew of Her Majesty’s frigate, “Raven,”
in search of a headland, to act as haven.
