By Charles Robert Lindholm
A Temper Tantrum,
“It’s My Way Or The Highway”
The Words Of A Fool
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Day: January 5, 2019
Daily Quote
Don’t Miss This Post on the Habit of Writing!!
Gretchen’s quote is brilliant. There are days I don’t want to write, or the day has been cray-cray, and it is late, and I want nothing more than to go to sleep. The magic happens as I write my one sentence, and suddenly I have written a paragraph or a few hundred words. They add up, fast.
Even if it is late, I try to make time to write. Sometimes I nod off and wake hours later with a glowing laptop screen and my face bearing the impression of the keyboard. It is a good thing I love writing.
How do you keep your writing habit strong?
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
Connections
There are meetings
connections
and conversations
that seem full of portent
full of promise
full of premonition
unusual and special
from their very first breath.
Yet there are others
that appear innocent
with no significance
or implication
or intuition
until much later
when hindsight shows us
how momentous
those inauspicious
innocuous moments
really were.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Dan Witz
Sparkle
living with grey skies ~ so different from the sunshine ~ when our worlds collide —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Daily Haiku – Thu. January 3, 2019 – Poetry For Healing
One look and a smile Is all it took to win me I’m yours forever
Source: Daily Haiku – Thu. January 3, 2019 – Poetry For Healing
Truth – a master sculptor
First Published in Visual Verse Vol5 Chapter 12
Truth,
a convoluted river
exists in the deepest of the ravine
like the glistening ends of the skies
it shines and glimmers in the darkness
/a beacon of hope/
for the crestfallen souls
when the darkness is sculpted
in our benign existence
screaming for hope
a dream so divine.
Truth,
cuts like a double-edged sword
through its serrated ends
slices the edges of the abyss,
/the irrational hem of the irrationality/
scrapes and scratches
resisting the erosion
those pointy convictions
moving ahead with time.
Truth,
an army of zillion stars
armed with sharp pointy ends
marches with synchronicity
carving and shaping the future
with its bloody knuckles
and it’s ferocity.
Truth,
a gaping mouth of the canyon
making it way from the steep walls
and the deep valleys
brings the shimmering piece
of the cerulean skies
longed by the bleary eyes
stuck in the ashen core of
the shared abyss,
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a whisper of remember me ~
was a time
I might have fretted –
December days
without a call
a moment of concession
longing miles –
none at all
with a whisper of
remember me
another place
where time began
how funny now
my grieving weighs
each start to start again
January soon will pass
within a numbered
swell of tides
to ease the ache
of missing –
a voice
where love
abides
. . .
Shouting Hearts
Do Not Miss reading Sarah’s beautiful words of yearning and love in – SHOUTING HEARTS
“Late at night, my heart is not quiet.
It’s not whispering. It’s shouting your name.”
Maybe, at midnight, you’ll finally be able to say what’s in your heart. When there’s nothing but us and the moon shining above us. Maybe then. Maybe you’ll say the words. And maybe, if I’m brave enough, I’ll be able to say it too. Because in the middle of the night, my heart is no longer quiet. It’s no longer whispering, like the sun might catch its secret. It’s shouting your name, hoping against hope that you’ll feel the same.
So tell me, darling. What is it your heart shouts to you late at night?
© Sarah Doughty
My heart only calls for you.
davidbrucehaiku: resolutions
https://pixabay.com/en/happy-year-new-year-new-year-s-eve-3848864/
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RESOLUTIONS
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It’s a brand-new year
So I made resolutions
Why? To make God laugh
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Renewal #writephoto
The new dawn danced its way into existence with a light show Setting the sky ablaze with cotton-candy puffs of clouds The earth once again renewed with a glorious backdrop of fire and light as its stage © 2019 Penny Wilson *This is in response to another of Sue's stunning photo's. She does a photo/word prompt every Thursday. If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.
The Reluctant Poet 