Toxic Love

Sugar to the lips, But a bitter aftertaste, Your love is toxic. —JanetHaiku #8 Written for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku: Sugar, Bitter & Word of the Day Challenge: Toxic Honestly, I’ve been playing with this Haiku challenge for longer than I should have. Bitter and sugar were tough… and everything sounded like such a downer. […]

Art at Sundown

Strokes of golden light, Brushed against a blushing sky, Painting silhouettes. —JanetHaiku #7 Well, I’m very close to the last of my archived images, so it’s a good thing my normal schedule is resuming soon! This was an old sunset photograph from Newport Beach, and I wanted to do something different with it… so there […]

the Boardwalk

Footprints left behind, In the ocean of my mind, Memories captured. —JanetHaiku #6 I’ve shared this image before, in Pier Madness, but it was severely manipulated and I don’t like that version anymore. The girl taking the iPhone pic is an old schoolmate, and our friendship was the inspiration behind the Haiku. It’s still raining, […]

Wool-gathering

—BAD DAY AT SCHOOL It required too much effort; Listening to his speech… Dreaming of tomorrow, Things just out of reach… “Learn anything?” he asked… As I exited the class, “Well…” I answered softly, “These chairs sure hurt my …” —Janet Weekend Writing Prompt #92: Wool-gathering (36 words) Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Anything RDP Saturday: […]

Into the Unknown

Enigmatic Path, Shadows and light intertwine, Past and present merge. —JanetHaiku #5 Which Way Photo Challenge: January 31 I found several old road trip photographs while (still) sifting through my archives. I believe this one was taken in Utah. My boyfriend (at the time) wasn’t one to make pit stops, so my head was hanging […]

Balance

Rain taps the window, Inviting us out to play, Childlike dreams return, Cares melt away in each drop, Balance is being restored. —Janet Written for Your Daily Word Prompt: Inviting, and RDP Tuesday: Balance Rain is like macaroni & cheese to me; it’s my “comfort weather.” The fire goes on, blankets get piled high, and […]

Combined Wishes

Determined lovers, Souls merging into the night, Combining wishes. —Janet Well, this was my first Haiku ever so I hope I did it correctly! That was actually more fun to write than some of the rhymes I’ve concocted. I actually created the image for the word “combine,” by merging two dandelion photographs into one, and […]

Behind my Veil

Do I deceive myself? Does this thin veil protect me, From your copious attempts, To whisk me away into the night, Penetrate my covering, Steal my heart, And leave me vulnerable? Or do I deceive you? Hoping that you’ll instigate the affair, So that I can watch, As you search hopelessly, Allowing you to believe, […]

My Mind’s Eye

It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else. Erma Bombeck I’ve been feeling off today. I found the above quote when I was looking for inspiration, and it hit the nail smack dab on the head! Sometimes, when I’m working on my writing, photographs, or art, that little obnoxious voice […]

Tell the Story

While I was off camping, msjadeli at Tao Talk tagged me to “Tell The Story” (or write a poem) about the image below. It wasn’t easy, but here goes… —Everything Changed Everything changed on that warm autumn eve, Darkness hid behind a billion stars. Iridescent streams pirouetted past, The wind hummed like a thousand guitars. […]

Keep Dreaming

My dreams are vivid, they’re bold and alive. The colors run deep, as they spin and they jive. Often they fade, to black, and to white— Others appear in magnificent light. Sometimes in shadows, or a dark silhouette— They wait as I cling to the fear of regret. One dream can splinter, into two, even […]

The Shack

Far beneath the jagged cliff … Where men are seldom seen, A dilapidated shack … Lies in the dark ravine. Beaten by the fog and mist … Its coverings worn thin, Things were said to go awry… When Enmity moved in. —Janet— Three Things Challenge: Mist, Shack, Cliff Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: Enmity I’m really enjoying […]

Weapons

Lips, rest firmly on the trigger- Blistered by thoughts, simmering there. Frustration, igniting the fuse- Fires words as bullets, through the air. Like a dagger, tearing through flesh- Words thrust, with malevolent force. Echoed cries, of hollowed anger- Later to bleed, with great remorse. —Janet

Ghost Town

Facades and foundations are all that remain, Of the city from which her spirit once came. Underneath the dust, and the rubble there lay, Narrow streets lined with gold… least that’s what they say. During one summer, when the moon shone just right, A man’s said to have seen her, There dancing at night. It’s […]