BeCoMiNg   vast barren nothingness reaches beyond blue lined horizons, beckoning, beseeching, pleading for purpose, begging for beginning. Pen to paper, my words breathe life; a poem is born.     (A netno poem is another one of my infamous format perversions, a nonet poem,…

She lay there, in the dark Moaning The language she speaks I do not know She locks eyes with me I look away I try to keep to myself I’m not sure how I fell asleep The annoying woman had kept me awake But she…

Keep trying Keep pushing You got this You can do this I know, I know You are tired I know, I know This work is hard We have to fight We have to push through this We have to suffer through this I’m here with…

Hello there. It’s me… well you. You look different. Better somehow. Older, sure, but better. A lot has happened, huh? So many things that didn’t happen. You found your way it seems. Not to where we thought, but where we needed to be. To become…

Image Courtesy of Pixabay (A bit of a pressing crisis, so I’m using the Haiku copout) We cannot go out It’s raining much too hard now So we’ll stay indoors Antoinette LeRoux © 2023

Text Prompt: View of myself ten years ago Using “Daiku Form”= A haiku with a Diane twist. Three presented here. Remaining hopeful, as my spirit keeps flying. Believing is hard. Remaining hopeful. Keeping my head above frays. Yes, a greater good. Remaining hopeful, despite those that…

Presidents come and go some make lasting impressions, others make lasting change.  I want to make change  to bring light to the plight of the world.  To speak Mother Earth’s words in a language all can understand, all can absorb.  Using my time and resources…

How I wish I could fly mount up with wings like an eagle take to the sky look down at the earth below fall in love with the wonders I see Be free and be filled with glee   I shall take the umbrella and…

Point Of View at Sixty   Sixty years old, hard to believe I have lived this long. Time has slipped by so fast, seems like I just turned fifty. A bit stiffer in the morning, harder to get out of bed. I can stoop down…

Image prompt: gate keeper you welcomed me – somewhere I didn’t know I’d be lost to in fog and darkness comforting and yet something not quite right.   gatekeeper to what has never belonged to you to keep anyone in or out of… especially light…