They always look unlikely in trees, though they are comfortable.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Sol.
They always look unlikely in trees, though they are comfortable.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Sol.
Taken yesterday.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Some days I can’t chuckle
when the news rolls in
my heart could buckle
shootings again
US gun habits
What’s up doc? Dagnabbit.
Shootings on the year of the rabbit
dancers dead as they celebrate
Why are guns such a habit?
I refuse to fill my heart with hate
Gun sales stab it
Year of the rabbit
Forgive but do not reconcile
let my resolve not buckle
mental health takes a while
let no demented chuckle
Fearful gun habits
online snared like rabbits
They argue they must defend their homes
daughter teacher on the line
fearful males online alone
think that guns will make them fine
Fear is a habit
Stop being rabbits
Leave your basement
Help another
Walk the pavement
Earth as mother
Make it a habit
To walk out with rabbits
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: chuckle.
I think this is a quite young rabbit. It just was not scared of me.
What old deep wound causes you
to hurt me and other friends you’ve had
in past. What terrors hidden in that brew
make you glory in making others sad?
You boast to me of throwing people out
of your life forever, never friend
again. You don’t explain what crimes reroute
your heart to where you never speak again
to him or me. How many people discarded
from your heart and at what interval?
How many “friendships” have you departed?
And yet you boast that others call you spiritual.
“Friends forever,” you said. I wonder why
you tell yourself and me that petty lie.
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Sonnet 8
Alone today and quiet, happy with it
“I think you write more than I do, even though
I write for a living.” “I love it,” I say.
It is my daily quiet writing time: four am.
No one is here but me and the cats
and they just ate and are grooming each other.
Just me and paper and pens and computer
still dark out and cold. I check to see if it is clear.
No, not today. I hope to see the green comet.
Little hopes, small ones, quiet ones, that do not
bother anyone. No one is jealous or wants to take them
away. I hold them warm in my heart, Beloved,
and do not think of love.
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: temptation.
I like the symmetry in this photograph. Up and down, the water imperfectly copying the sky. Right to left, light verses dark. Is one copying the other?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: copy.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
The mountain is so big
until it’s dwarfed by the sky.
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: mountain.
This is Mount Tahoma, also known as Mount Rainier. Taken in December 2019. It is 14,410 feet above sea level, but still the sky is bigger.
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