Prompt 4 – Haiku   One day maybe one day, for now, not yet although stranger things happen   love can be true, love can also be blind, if it comes, I’ll be ready   Some have big days, some Have smaller integrate days. Yes,…

Prompt 3 – Image   Perception We can look at the same picture, I might see differently from you, It’s what makes the world go round, But hey that’s okay.   There’s no right or wrong, we can agree, we can disagree, we can agree…

A friendly little rabbit sits in my yard. He comes to visit every day just like he has a job. He has a spot where he likes to sit all day. He looks around the neighborhood, but has very little to say. He’s fuzzy and…

Prompt 2 – In 10 Years   In 10 years   I’m 30, in ten years’ time I’ll be 40 I wonder what it’s like to be 40? 40 is the new 30 or so they say, 10 years is a long time, a decade…

At this moment, I wish for us a celebration of peace and joy. Let us walk this labyrinth together with hope and laughter and a shared commitment to a common tomorrow. Let us start anew, inspired by the music of birdsong and the cool fragrance…

WE ARE POWERFUL There is ‘art’ inside every heart, Do not kill the artist inside you! There is ‘air’ in our hair, Let your hair loose and do not get tied up old traditions There is an’ I’ inside every eye, See only what makes…

She would shuffle across the chess board floor Of her kitchen in any direction she chose. Silver pots blackened with years of fire bubbled tongues and released the incenses that  rested like a glory in that place.   Family would lay the sacrifice of provisions…

Hour 4 Mountain Pinecones   Early morning Colorado dog walk, snow still visible on high peaks. Enraptured by pine trees. Maybe fir. Probably not cedar. Lacking knowledge, not appreciation.   Woody pinecones, geometrically egg shaped, female, crafted for procreation, catch pollen. Tough scaley plates protect…

In the dead of the night, in the full of the moon, we meet at the juxtaposition of Never and Soon.   We enter in silence; we all feel the gloom; sit on rough benches in an ice-carved room.   For what are we waiting?…

Hour Four A child’s breath, A pain of glass, Foggy inside and out. Crystallized water droplets outline wooden casements, a spider’s web of shiny white. A wintry day stuck indoors the outside world a flurry. Warm air meets cold, A film of dew, Fingerprints dotting….