My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Winds bellow, rains rage A storm’s coming, where or when It’s a waiting game I live on the Florida Panhandle and am watching Hurricane Irma's track very closely. Current forecasts have the storm skirting around where I live, so I think we're safe. Hopefully, she'll continue moving more east-northeast into open water, and away from … Continue reading Waiting game
A woman’s workday is never done From first light to close of day, one continuous sweeping blur Spinnin’ ‘round the living room, cuttin’ a rug There’s no parking on the dance floor From daybreak to nightfall, a continuous scrubbing blur Windows, silverware, porcelain tile, every surface shines There’s no parking on the kitchen floor Turn … Continue reading Day is never done
Concrete, steel and glass Deep canyons, soaring mountains A glimpse of blue sky
To follow the crowd Is an easy way to live Yet is never best Backs you into a corner Always think outside the box Tanka is a Japanese 31-syllable poem traditionally written as a single, unbroken line. English versions are usually divided into a 5-line form with a 5/7/5/7/7 syllable count.
Fairytale creatures Born of stardust and daydreams A baby’s first laugh
High above the clouds Breathe in pure, rarefied air Child of the wind
Thin spiral notebook 