I’m apparently celebrating three years of WordPress, which also means, I am reminded of the reason for my blog and the bare, three years without my dad. But, please, when you find yourself there, do not despair; remember that life happens. It is what it is. Enjoy your life, regardless. I know he would be thrilled that I have embraced more than he ever saw as an inclination within me. I got married. I continued to write, became published, even became the activist in word and deed. He always saw that, but I did not.
I don’t have it in me at present to write. I could reblog, but for me, that doesn’t always matter. What does matter is that the souls of the young are not tarnished, not disillusioned by life in whatever form it manifests. I can just ask from experience that you – love it, live it, create, and be your best to help this world and those that inhabit it. We are ALL sentient beings with feelings. To that end, we must campaign, build a better life for us and those without a voice. We need to campaign, petition and nag our political parties to eradicate endless suffering of us and our animal counterparts. We should not be allowed to rule with impunity… simply because we can! Climate change is real as is death and taxes. Learn from it. Use it. If only to leave behind common decency.
Golden yellow cups
dressing the fields in harmony
soon drowned in water
Black gossamer strands,
like grasping fingers,
the brightest moon glow,
reaching and writhing
wild, tepid winds of the night.
Silence bore chaotic sounds,
quickened as thunderous hooves
brought seven stallions
majestically to the bough of a leafy bend.
Summer’s scorched burnt tip
Pierces autumn’s bronzed winter
Till quenched by cool spring
Have a go!
You all loved the last Comment-a-Haiku Competition, so let’s give it another go! Here’s What You Need to Know:
Vita Brevis is hosting another four-day haiku competition–taking place entirely in the comment section of this post!
How to Submit:
1. Submit one 5-7-5 haiku as a comment on this post — all topics welcome
2. Reblog this post on your blog or write a post announcing that you’ve entered the competition, linking back here
3. Give good feedback on other commenters’ work! [This is what it’s really about–you’ll be receiving good feedback, so try to give it to others as well]
Reward: Honestly, this is less about “winning” and more about meeting and communicating with other poets.But we will choose some honorable mentions, and we’ll publish our favorite haiku on the front page of our online poetry magazine (with a link to the poet’s blog)
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Foul words on screaming winds
attach to me vicious lies.
Soft in approach,
loud in defiance –
suckers lavish wounds
already frayed –
betrayal saps my strength.
Let its scorched touch
be enslaved by innocence,
and mercy unknown to me,
drop gentle from heaven.
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