This year, No snow yet, Time will tell...
Since they’d settled in the city, by now he has almost forgotten when that was, he rarely thinks of the old town. Only in Spring, as the resurgence of colours, the clothes of women in the street, and the smiles on children’s faces, made him long for a past of peace and smallness, when himself … Continue reading #Promptbox: Clouds
Weather and people's moods... Sunlight brightens her soul, then she's sweetness and grace. Low clouds and signs of rain and her eyes go misty: away with her dreams, lost to us. Thunder and high winds push her yet further away, in a corner of her kingdom inaccessible to mortals. Gaia is her maiden name. Image: … Continue reading #DailyPost: Climate Control #Fifty
For this week’s writing challenge, we’re asking you to explore what age means to you. Is the the loss of youth, or the cultivation of wisdom? Do things get better as you grow older, or worse? There are many ways to interpret age, often depending on your relationship with the passing of time. I hear … Continue reading Weekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years
Then she knew, soon he would have to go, to go East, and face his fate, the fate of a soldier. Years later she would remember, his last letter from the front, the collapse, the ruins, the hunters in the streets... Now she was smiling, for their son was there, a strong tall young man, … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Moments
Khalil Gibran once said that people will never understand one another unless language is reduced to seven words. What would your seven words be? Bread Love Mother Need Peace Sleep Water
Over the weekend, we explored different ways to love. Today, tell us about the most unconventional love in your life. She noticed him as soon as he walked into the bar. There was a sudden lowering of voices, the other girls were quiet, their eyes down, and she saw that … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Unconventional Love
When you gaze out your window — real or figurative — do you see the forest first, or the trees? I see the world reflected in your eyes For what I see you have seen first A long time before I was born ~ And now the colours are the colours you see The shapes, … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Landscape
Do not insult Her, for She may not forgive ~ and then we will die in the blackness and silence of space…
She is vast, beautiful like a constellation.
She and I are made up of the same stars.
If you could search her eyes
you would see a whole universe swirling there.
Being a part of her is like riding on a spaceship,
watching as the moon shines like a disco light.
Don’t try to harm her. She’ll become destructive.
Her storms are wild and restless.
Inside she is a fragile chemistry set.
I wish to hug her to me, keep her safe,
but she’s too big to wrap my arms across.
Her seas are endless. She holds life in a pulsating fist.
Her secrets carry on the wind. Her breath is my breath.
©2013 Louise Hastings
A belated Earth Day poem 🙂
To Susan His dedication to his work is exemplary, and he is admired by colleagues and friends. But in the depth of his heart he hides a wonderful secret, a secret always present, as he works through the day. Only he - and the one who shares his life - know the secret: it is … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Paradise