Haiku Friday – Breeze & Blow

24 Mar

Welcome to The Writer Next Door blog! Happy Haiku Friday!

 

Breeze and Blow are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

  • I decided to share an excerpt from my WIP, The Fall of Lilith. The Fall of Lilith is a young adult/adult Fantasy with dark elements about angels. I hope you enjoy.

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 When Lilith arrived at the tree, she marveled at its brilliance. She coiled her tail around its base, slid to a branch, and plucked one of its blushing fruit. She stared at it, but hesitated to put it in her mouth, recalling what happened when she bit into the fruit from the other tree.

The fruit was like none she had ever seen, draped in shiny reddish-gold. It was cold and smooth in her hand. She placed her mouth over it and sank her bloodstained teeth into its crisp, delicious flesh. The fruit squirted its sweet, succulent juice into her mouth. Its scent swathed her like a dip in a pool of warm water, conjuring images of Heaven’s light and bathing in the River of Life. The aroma was bright, cheerful, and more fragrant than any flower in Heaven’s Triumph Gardens.

Upon finishing the magnificent fruit, she began to undergo a transformation. She grew stronger, full of energy and vitality. The eyes on her wings gained the power of sight, having been of no use in the past. Now she saw in every direction at once, except directly behind her. The feathers in her wings became lustrous and able to withstand extreme temperatures. The inner frame of her wings became stronger, capable of enduring powerful impacts. Her tail grew longer and robust. The colors of her lower half were alluring and intense. She knew she was becoming godlike.

Blinding flashes of lightning sliced through the sky. Thunder, which followed closely, shook the ground. As the wind grew stronger, the numerous trees in the Garden began to disintegrate one by one. The dust left behind by the crumbling trees blew to and fro in the increasing wind. Flowers and greeneries no longer crooned melodies. The vegetation wailed and screeched as it ceased to exist.

Lilith scanned her surroundings. The colors of the Garden were gone, and only dreariness remained as it all turned to sand. She released the Tree of Life and leapt to the ground before it, too, dissolved. She lifted her eyes to the sky, now an ominous dark gray. A jagged bolt of lightning struck nearby; she screamed. Overhead thunder continued to rumble, boom, and clash. She jumped as her hands flew to cover her ears. She slithered ahead, leaning into the wind. Dirt and debris whizzed by her, whipping her face and body. She pressed her eyelids together against the sting of the violent wind. A heavy, humid smell spread through the air. The Garden of Eden was in turmoil. If she did not exit soon, she would suffer the wrath of God.

She flapped her wings. Thick, turbulent winds attacked her from every direction, making it difficult for her to take flight. Beating her powerful wings faster she lifted herself off the ground. She moved through the dense, forceful atmosphere, and finally escaped. Had she not eaten from the Tree of Life and gained supernatural powers, she would have perished. Once more, she headed to the cover of the forest. She settled on the tallest tree where she could overlook the destruction of paradise.

The wind grew stronger

Garden trees turned to grey dust

Eden’s colors blown

Flowers no longer sang, but

wailed as they ceased to exist

I hope you enjoyed the excerpt from my WIP, The Fall of Lilith and my poem, inspired by it. Have a great weekend!

Haiku Friday – Twist & Shout

17 Mar

Hello and a warm welcome to my blog! It’s Haiku Friday!

 

 

Twist and Shout are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

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Photography by Dina Calvarese

Thorny yellow rose

Radiant as the sunrise

Shivers in the breeze

And summons with the wind’s help

Only the bravest of bees

Wiggle went the bee

As he danced on rose petals

With proud buzzing calls

His heart knew no fear, you see

He dreamt of making honey

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Enjoy the day!

Haiku Friday – KING & DAY

10 Mar

Hello, today’s post may not be easy for some to read or see but that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t.

 

King and Day are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

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God created man

To rule with kindness and love

Not to kill or maim

Many kings shall have their day

Until Mother Nature reigns

When God said,

“Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness; and let them rule over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the sky and over the cattle and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.”

~Genesis 1:26

I’m extremely certain that He didn’t mean, breed animals and torture them everyday of their lives until they die or hunt them down, not for sustenance but for sport or profit until they are extinct. I believe the key words in the statement above is God made mankind not only in his image but in his likeness as well which I interpret as ‘with his character’. Hunting animals for fun, testing products on them and killing them for profit was not what God intended when he put mankind to rule over them. God is love and he would not condone this behavior toward his defenseless creatures.

I’m sure this will not be a popular post, because many people rather live in a bubble and not know the truth of what is really happening in the world when it comes to animals and what greedy corporations are doing to them on a daily basis.

I saw an article on Facebook about animal testing. I had no idea how many companies tested their products on animals. I knew some companies did but I had no idea what these tests involved. After reading this article I went on to do my own research and investigation and what I learned made me sick. I’m not kidding. I was crying and vomiting at the same time. I was very affected by what I read and the videos and pictures I saw. This knowledge shook me to the core and changed my life.

These tests are cruel, inhumane, monstrous and they’re done on a daily basis to dogs, cats, rabbits, monkeys . . . intelligent animals that feel pain, fear, anger and sadness just like we do. These poor animals are being tortured everyday for hours until they die.

Take a look at your dog, cat, parakeet, pig, monkey, horse, snake . . . whatever pet you have and imagine that sweet animal living that kind of life––it’s heart-wrenching.

If you’re a good, kind human being you’re probably asking yourself, ‘I’m just one person, what can I do?’ There are lots of things you can do. First of all, do not buy products that test on animals. That alone will help a great deal. When you’re at the grocery store or pharmacy or Costco, Target, Walgreens . . . look at every bottle, jar or box you pick up and be sure it says ‘No animal testing’. You’ll see these words somewhere on the product––look for it. If it doesn’t say it that means the company does torture and kill animals.

Animals deserve better. No being created by God deserves to live a life of pain, fear and sadness. Please do your part.

“Don’t turn your face away.
Once you’ve seen, you can no longer act like you don’t know.
Open your eyes to the truth. It’s all around you.
Don’t deny what the eyes to your soul have revealed to you.

Now that you know, you cannot feign ignorance.
Now that you’re aware of the problem, you cannot pretend you don’t care.
To be concerned is to be human.
To act is to care.”

 

Please, be well informed and follow at least one of the links below and read the article.

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What is animal testing?

Animal Testing 101 | PETA

11 Facts About Animal Testing 

These Companies Test on Animals, Never Buy These Brands

Avon             Almay                  Clorox              Windex             Tide

Revlon          Aquafresh           Febreze            Vicks                 Nivea

Covergirl       Vaseline             Lysol                  Secret               Coppertone

I know, these were some of my favorite go-to brands too. It was difficult to change them but I believe these poor defenseless creatures are worth this small sacrifice. I’ve been finding some great replacements for them and I’m sure you will too. You can also write letters, emails and make phone calls to these companies asking them not to test on animals. There are alternatives to testing on animals. Other companies and products have found a way so can they.

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Haiku Friday – Secret & Burn

3 Mar

Welcome! It’s Haiku Friday!

Secret and Burn are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

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Our secret exposed

Romance reduced to ashes

I still burn for you

And will love you like a wolf

Secretly adores the moon

A woman, against her better judgement, entered into a relationship with a married man. She’s smart and knows relationships of this type rarely workout, if ever, but there was something about this man. She hoped things would end differently for her although, every fiber of her being warned her that it wouldn’t.

Now, the secret of their affair has been exposed and the man she had fallen in love with is begging his wife to forgive him. His words, ‘It was a mistake. She means nothing to me! You’re all that matters in my life. I love you. You are my wife.’ burned a hole in her chest that may never be healed.

Despite everything she saw and heard, regardless of the fact that he had abandoned and forgotten her and lives happily with his wife, in spite of the humiliation she endured, she still loved him and she missed their time together.

This is the lesson, while she continues to be secretly in love with this man, like the wolf’s love for the moon, her love will be unrequited. It’s best to respect another’s marriage/relationship even if they don’t, because it never ends well.

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Have a happy Friday!

Haiku Friday – Sweat & Heat

24 Feb

Hello everyone! Thanks for stopping by and reading. 😀 xx

Sweat and Heat are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

♥ I have a short story for you today and hidden (in plain sight) within the story is today’s poem. I hope you enjoy. ♥

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‘Little Girl Shadow’ by Silvia Pelissero (agnes-cecile on DeviantArt)

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The Girl Who Lost Her Shadow

by Vashti Q

I walked past a schoolyard and noticed several children doing something peculiar. They used color chalk to outline each other’s shadows. It was a brilliant idea, so I entered the yard to join them.

 

“Hello! May I play too?” I waited for a response but the kids were too busy drawing and giggling to notice me. I shrugged and picked up a piece of chalk left on the ground.

 

I smoothed my hair and fluffed my skirt. I wanted my shadow to look pretty and neat. I looked down–– “Where’s my shadow?” I scanned the area but didn’t find her.

 

I watched the children trace each other’s long morning shadows, smiling and laughing all the while. The day was bright and hot and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I faced away from the fiery sun and stared at the ground. “Where is it?” I sunk to the hard pavement sulking while watching the other children play with their silhouettes.

 

After a while, I left the school grounds. “What was I doing there? I should have been looking for my shadow. Those kids ignored me, anyway.” I rolled my eyes and moved on.

 

Across the street a large smooth wall bordered the sidewalk. Perhaps, I would find my shadow there. I stood facing the beige wall, as if gawking at it would produce a dark form, which would resemble me and mimic my every move.

 

I sighed deeply and turned my sights to a beautiful teenage girl wearing pink satin ballerina shoes and a romantic tutu that reached below her calf. She twirled and pranced up the street toward me. Her ebullient shadow danced on pointes in a succession of slow, soft, lyrical movements upon the wall. As the ballerina’s pose changed from pirouette to arabesque her shadow’s dance created the illusion that their movements flowed from one into another.

 

The ballet dancer and her shadow enchanted me. I wanted to be her–– lithe and elegant and to have a lovely shade to dance with me.

 

“Hello! You’re a delightful ballerina. I love your tutu skirt and shoes and . . .” My words drifted toward silence as she past me by without a glance.

 

I dragged my feet on the sidewalk while heaviness settled in my chest. Nevertheless, I kept vigilant and continued to search for my shadow. “Where are you, my shadow? Why have you left me?”

 

I wandered not knowing where I was going and then I heard mellifluous sounds in the distance. I was compelled to follow it. The music led me to a large cemetery. At first, I didn’t want to enter but glorious angels made of marble beckoned me and I couldn’t resist. “Perhaps I will find my shadow here.”

 

I approached a group of men playing musical instruments. They played a cheerful melody whilst wearing somber faces. “Has any of you seen the lone shadow of a girl?” The musicians ignored me and continued performing.

 

Shadows drummed, blew on clarinets, tooted horns and struck tambourines. The sun was angry now. I raised my squinted eyes to it. It was high in the sky––noon time and the shadows were short.

 

No one took notice of me. No one cared that my shadow is lost. “Why is this happening to me?” I uttered a shriek and kicked a rock lying before me.

 

“Are you alright?”

 

The words made me jump.

 

A boy with a wan complexion stood a short distance from me.  “You look upset.” He stared with doleful eyes.

 

“You are the first person that has spoken to me all day.” I smiled. ” My name is Emily––Emily Johnson. What is yours?”

 

“Hi Emily. I’m Michael. So, what’s wrong?”

 

“I seem to have misplaced my shadow,” I said feeling heat rise to my cheeks.

 

“I don’t have one either.” His voice was sad and he wore a wistful expression. “But the reason . . .”

 

“We both lost our shadows!” I interrupted. “Why don’t we look for them together?” I grabbed his hand before he could utter another word and tugged him all around the cemetery.

 

Michael pulled on my dress’ sleeve. “Emily wait . . . there’s something I must tell you.”

 

The sun began to dim. I brushed his hand away and hurried, my eyes flickering in every direction.

 

There were many people in the graveyard and their shadows were now long and scraggy, some looked rather creepy in the dim light. “We must hurry,” I said. “If we don’t find our shadows before sundown we may never find them.” I snatched his hand again but he wrested it out of mine.

 

He stopped and pointed straight ahead. “Look!” His expression was haunting.

 

I scrunched my forehead in confusion. I swallowed what felt like a sock rolled into a ball and took a few apprehensive steps forward. There was a dark form sitting on a headstone. I inched closer. The silhouette looked familiar. “Is that my shadow?” My words were but a breath.

 

Now, it was the pallid boy that took me by the hand. He led me to the grave where my shadow sat. I stood before it and read the engraving on the gravestone.

Emily Johnson

2005 – 2017

Here she lies but she never died!

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Grief beyond all tears

Sweet bud that never blossomed

Turn to ageless dust

Burn in Mother Nature’s veins

Set all the blooms on fire

 

Suddenly, I was trembling like my bones had turned to frost. “That’s my name.” I looked at the boy and he lowered his eyes and nodded.

 

“That’s me? I’m dead?” My legs faltered and I fell to my knees. I stared at him. “You––are you dead too?”

 

He nodded. “We both died in the school fire. All the other kids got out but we were trapped and consumed by the fire.”

 

I shook my head in disbelief and pressed my face to my hands.

 

I glanced up and through misty eyes I saw my shadow leap from the tombstone into my grave and disappear.

 

Michael stood by my side and placed a hand on my shoulder. I had not noticed, until now, how cold his hands were. “I tried to tell you,” he said, “it was not your shadow that was lost; it was you.”

 

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I hope you enjoyed the short story and the poem hidden within. Have a happy Friday!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Haiku Friday – Eye & Fade

17 Feb

Hello and a warm welcome to my blog! It’s Haiku Friday and I hope you’re having a good one.

Eye and Fade are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

**I will share a short story (flash-fiction) along with my poem this week. I hope you enjoy it.

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Illustration by Abbey Watkins

D. I. D.

What’s my point-of-view?

I hear so many voices

I don’t know what to do.

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Should I take my pills and fade?

Or sharpen my clip point blade?

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I stare into the mirror but it isn’t me I see. Those black eyes staring back at me are not my own. Someone lives inside me and his one desire is to control me.

What to do with a mind you cannot control? A mind that thinks in ways you wish it didn’t and behaves in ways that isn’t you. Every day my body feels less and less my own. I’m fading away like a mist in the wind while this stranger takes over my entire being.

I live in his eyes as a mere spectator to the actions of my body. He comes and goes as he pleases while I’m imprisoned in the shadows of my mind. My desire to break free is great. I wish to burst through his gentle eyes and tear his world apart.

I want to destroy smiles––erase them from every face I see and turn them into horrified grimaces. I want to break hearts and ruin minds. I want to turn laughter into wails of agony.

However, every morning, as sure as the sun rises he takes his medicine and with this simple act I am trapped in the gloom of a foggy night––a prisoner in my own mind.

He peers into the mirror and smiles knowing that I am trapped behind his eyes. But as long as they serve as windows through which I can see the world––I will not fade. I only need wait . . . One day he will forget to take his pill.

Enjoy your weekend!

 

 

 

 

 

Haiku Friday – LOVE & LIGHT

10 Feb

Love and Light are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

Amidst the darkness

Came an incandescent light

To guide you to love

Sorrow visits me

And sits upon my rib cage

To hinder my breath

Through eyes blurred with tears

I noticed an old image

And cast off the woe

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His sweet face in a photo

His smile fixed in time

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He will forever live in our hearts

Have a good weekend.

Haiku Friday – Flow & Tear

27 Jan

 

 

Flow and Tear are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

I feel so desperately powerless as I watch my father rest on his hospice bed. He lies motionless except for the subtle rise and fall of his abdomen. He withers away day by day and is almost unrecognizable and yet there’s nothing I can do but wait for the inevitable. As my heart breaks I cry silent tears. 

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Your spirit is gone

And That knowledge stings my heart

Your colors are gone

And I no longer see you

Painful tears flow silently

I cry for you and for me

The funeral service for my father was on Wednesday. I must admit it was one of the hardest things I’ve had to endure and I’ve had my share of challenging experiences throughout my life. I feel like the winds have been taken out of my sails. There will not be a Friday post on Fri. 2/03/17. I apologize.

Have a peaceful and lovely weekend.

Haiku Friday – Flame & Kiss

20 Jan

 

 

Flame and Kiss are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

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Illustration by Victoria Frances

KISS

by Vashti Q

Beware the embrace

That burns with a passion deep

The succubus’ kiss

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Illustration by Victoria Frances

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Have a great weekend!

Haiku Friday – Car & Coast

13 Jan

Happy Haiku Friday!!

 

Car and Coast are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ron hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge every Monday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your haiku poem. He is an author and poet and also does author interviews and much more on his blog. Be sure to check it out. Read Ron’s Haiku Prompt Challenge Guidelines for more information.

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UNDERWATER

(Speed Racer)

by Vashti Q

Soaring in my car

Tossed by the coast to my tomb

I slipped underneath

Deep into the ocean’s womb

Where the outside world leaves me

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Exhaling bubbles

My mind glides with dreams of us

When the sun touched me

Far from shore deep blue sea

Who am I to drive the wind?

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Underwater museum MUSA in Cancun, Mexico

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Have a fun and safe weekend, everyone!