Blogging Bus (#100WW)

100 Word Wednesday: Week 118

Image by Bikurgurl

I wonder some days about

This blogging bus…riders

Still dressed in “them” and “us”

Folks from vast globe, Universe.

Are we really welcoming

Community…or is there an

Undercurrent discordant, not

As inclusive as we boast

Frequently.  Do we Follow

Then ignore posts, lacking

Time and energy…or because

We disagree with philosophy

Ideology, spirituality, or use

Of language unappealing?

Comment box can be feast or

Famine; subtle curse, or blessing

Often mixed…confusing.  Do

We “Like” to just get by, or

Like sincerely?  

No judgment intended…just

Pondering, offering piece.

Here’s my bus stop…to 

All, Authentic Peace ♥ 🙂

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Forced Pieces (NaPoWriMo)

I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #15

JT Eberhard

Life’s puzzle pieces

Mind forced to fit them somewhere

False picture complete

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Rough Altars (NaPoWriMo)

Step by resolute step

Laying down each weighty stone

Markers of journey

Recognized by God alone

Rough altars where heart kneels, worships

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Bible Verses:

“The LORD appeared to Abram and said, “To your descendants I will give this land.” So he built an altar there to the LORD who had appeared to him. Then he proceeded from there to the mountain on the east of Bethel, and pitched his tent, with Bethel on the west and Ai on the east; and there he built an altar to the LORD and called upon the name of the LORD.”  Genesis 12:7-8, New American Standard Bible

“Then Abram moved his tent and came and dwelt by the oaks of Mamre, which are in Hebron, and there he built an altar to the LORD.” Genesis 13:18, New American Standard Bible

Dreams On Pyre

Twittering Tales #131 – 9 April 2019

Photo by Adhitya Andanu at

Though it was raining

The evening I left, the

Plane looked to be in

Flames…I died tortured

Death of heart in

Shattered shards

Dreams laid out on pyre.

Not even a mile from

Beach, I should have walked

Into the waves slow deep…

No one would have noticed

Till steam rose like lava, below.

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Loopy Visitation (3LineTales)

Three Line Tales, Week 166

photo by Ahmed Odeh via Unsplash

I’m so forgetful…didn’t realize I’d taken a 2nd dose of my medication till I began feeling woozy…

But that was nothing, compared to the spooky-shadowy figures I saw…young people I didn’t recognize, all a-blur with rather threatening demeanor…I didn’t know if they meant to rob, or murder me, or something else…

I told them I owned nothing of value, but they could take whatever they wanted…they began backing away, as if I were frightening them…and one said, “Lady, we don’t want nothin’ you got”…I’m still not sure they were really there…

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Frigid Memories

This week’s focus is AIRFrigid

Image by Brigitte Werner from Pixabay

Frigid, brisk the wind

Winter lives on, somewhere else

Memories shiver:

Crystal February snow

Fell for days, left town breathless

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Pond of Expectations (NaPoWriMo)


The optional NaPoWriMo prompt was for a sad sonnet.  I skipped sonnet, and have combined inspiration from 2 sources for my piece.  “In the pond of expectations” is a line from Anjali’s poem at Positive Side of Coin (click link above to read her beautiful poem, “Expectations”); and Crimson Prose (see her link above) offers the beckoning photo prompt.

Seductive pool, beauty irresistible

The Pond of Expectations…reflecting

Mirror to draw heart in, cast spell.

Oh, beneath its shimmered glassy

Waters waits spirit less benevolent

Which may catch unwary soul, tempt

Need to please repeatedly…requests

Higher, greater, ever more impossible

Till nothing’s left to give…mere dregs

Of clear identity, giver’s luster lost…

Dragged down and under, drowned.

No trace left, no hint of glimmered

Soul passes ‘cross pool’s surface…

Which now turns own face away.

Take caution, Traveler seeking small

 Eventual ‘something’ returned, mere

Keepsakehaving answered every call.

Pond beckons invitingly, entices…depth

Hardly noticed…swift-fierce, simple fall.

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