Water drips, flows, cascades
freezes, boils, evaporates
forms fog, rain, snow, ice
still, it is water.
God is.
Day: September 13, 2020
six word story #89
Her success silenced her worst critics.
This post was written in response to my own Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #54: Success. Click on the link to read entries from my fellow bloggers.
What Makes A Poem Beautiful – Rose Girl’s World
And sometimes a poem doesn’t have beautiful words but the F-word is smashed into it screaming with anger with the world hurt and raw, naked ‘I miss you’s’ stand lonely in th…
Late
Today’s Word of the Day is Late.
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Lifecycle
we are the seasons ~ springing forth and burning out ~ before cooling down —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Haiku – September Rainbow – A poem by Goff James
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A void now
and as she walked away, she
took it all with her
dignity
anger
hurt
love
Poetry reading with “First Fridays” event at The Soap Box Press
I’m excited to share the details of my poetry event with the Ontario, Canada based press “The Soap Box Press”. I was so excited to share the space with the talented NicoleGauthier–Acosta for their book launch “Throat on Fire”
The recording of the event is now up on Youtube and you can view it here. My poetry reading begins at 6:34 mark.
In other words of author:
“Every first Friday of the month, join us for an evening filled with poetry, spoken word, and art at our very own open mic series. We’re welcoming members of The Soap Box community to the stage to share their words with us.”
Happy Blogging!!
Megha Sood
Climate Change – A Tanka – Poetry For Healing
Hot and steamy days Continuing to sizzle as the solstice nears The west continues to burn North freezes and south drowns Christine Bolton
The Reluctant Poet 