“Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.”
William Faulkner, writer
“Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.”
William Faulkner, writer
– William Faulkner, writer
Fernand Point, French, chef
graceful waterfall
flowing from a hidden source-
ancient mystery
Frank J. Tassone Haikai Challenge #149 Waterfall
Senryu Flexibility in a love relationship Both of you will win Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Source: Daily Haiku – Tue. July 28, 2020 – Poetry For Healing
Cascading Energy unleashed Rushing rapidly downward Smoothing jagged rocks Silencing the screams of age Washing away wounds of time
Linda at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) on the subject of brambles. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Brambles
“The tastiest berries are often hidden. Do not despair if you haven’t found true love. Look under the leaves and branches of convention.” Khang Kijarro Nguyen
Juice By sun's zenith we plunged on filling our baskets brim, our shirts stained and torn, your cheek bleeding, eyes smiling and lips fulsome; by moon's zenith we plunge into the juice of life with sugar tongued, softly encrusted, moist slices of your blackberry pie. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
I love WordPorn.
It’s been a while since I last posted one of these in The Cove, but I thought it fit today’s challenge beautifully.
The above comparison really speaks to me because, like a lot of people, I used to be very prompt to scrap an otherwise great day, because of a short upsetting conversation, or a negative event that only momentarely shook my good vibes.
When you sit and really think about it, it seems stupid that five bad minutes could set the tone for a whole day.
You’ll probably agree that this often happens when at work. So let’s do some quick math. I take an average of about a hundred calls per day, roughly. And in all honesty, if I get five upsetting calls during a shift, that’s a bad day. I wouldn’t say that all the others are bubbly gentle customers, but still. If I…
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in the shadowed recesses
of my mind
i’ll keep the secrets
not easily shared
the thoughts which wound
myself and others
hasty utterances withheld
avoid bruises of the heart
diplomacy, caring or tact
call it what you will
this maturity gleaned over years
demands it