Fierce the gathering clouds laden, heavy – my heart echoing the storm. (For Ronovan Writes Haiku challenge: fierce & storm)

Fierce the gathering clouds laden, heavy – my heart echoing the storm. (For Ronovan Writes Haiku challenge: fierce & storm)
Tides recede, puddled remnants of once oceanic flooding – emotions overpowering – threats now quelled. I breathe, lose myself in visions of gold and promising
This rage – this storm, waves crashing against walls impenetrable I am ice, unforgiving, unrepentant, wounded thrashing against a beast unwittingly played by you We
The initial spoonful – salted caramel cool – consoles bitten tongue, slides down burning throat: appeasement for churning gut. Each spoonful savoured sweetness countering bile,
sometimes when I write I eat – it’s my way of stopping the emotions from spewing all over the page sometimes when I eat and
Every woman needs a man, her mother told her, to make her complete. To submit, she realizes, too late, soul traded for high-rise living, big
Lauren writes too much
Writing made awesome!
let your brush EXPRESS
Sharing My Journey of Faith
Poems, Pure Reflections
-daya bhat-
Fairy Tales, Micropoems, and Images by Peter Ellis
Focusing on the beauty. Zooming in on love.
Slow, raw and chaotic. A personal account.
books, writing, farm, travel, family, coffee, outdoors
"Surely there is a future, and your hope will not be cut off." Prov. 23:18
Throwing my soul into the cosmos.
Never placed, but who’s counting?
Verse from an adverse mind.