She has a weakness
for strangers and poets
artists and dreamers
masters and dancers
adventurers and saints
and men
who make her feel
dangerous and safe
at the same time.
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written a few years ago, but sometimes apt.
Art by Francine van Hove
she’s a hot cinnamon roll
to my black coffee
curled up in white sheets
like a napkin
breakfast in bed
The path I am following has become a well-worn rut. My intuition is telling me, I need to up the ante. What was once difficult to compete, has now become a no-brainer. Over the last several months, I have taken my word count from an average of a hundred words to five hundred. That gives me about thirty-six hundred words per week. The start of a new month is a great reason to set a fresh intention.
Tomorrow, I am increasing my daily target. For seven days, I will shoot to write fifteen hundred words every day, or ten thousand words. It sounds like a lot. I am pushing myself for a few reasons. First, I have projects I want to move towards the finish line. My dream is to complete two short stories. Second, I am using it as a warmup exercise for NaNoWriMo. In November the goal is…
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“We don’t have a right to ask whether we’re going to succeed or not. The only question we have a right to ask is what’s the right thing to do? What does this earth require of us if we want to continue to live on it?”
Wendell Berry, writer, from “Confronting the Consequences of Runaway Capitalism”. Interview with Bill Moyers, October 7, 2013.
Senryu When the darkness falls and everything is silent it is then you come Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Source: Daily Haiku – Mon. September 30, 2019 – Poetry For Healing
If you wish your merit to be known,
acknowledge that of other people.
~ Oriental Proverb ~
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“That moment I saw you, everything stood still.
Even my heart refused to beat.”
That moment I saw you, everything stood still. Even my heart refused to beat to let the moment last longer. In the silence, my eyes devoured every last detail of you. In an instant, my lifelong love affair with the moon ended, and I felt my blood pull me toward you, like you were my moon, dictating the tides of me. You were my beacon in a wilderness of love.
© Sarah Doughty
2017
You are still my moon and stars.
Truth of life
Every horizon once reached
Reveals another beckoning at a distance
There is always something more…
Across and beyond the goals you reach.
The horizon beckons as it unfolds.
The magnitude of space & possibilities
To discover and understand
To explore and learn
That life is a journey
Of infinite horizons!
Savvy
these words come walking ~ no forcing no holding back ~ finding their own way —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
The Reluctant Poet 