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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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Where Is My 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!

Haiku Friday – Spin & Water

6 Jan

Happy Haiku Friday! Welcome!

 

Spin and Water 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.

My poem today was inspired by someone my father has always admired, Bruce Lee. Bruce Lee was a Chinese-American actor, filmmaker, martial artist and philosopher. I love his motivational speech, ‘Be Like Water’ and when I read Ron’s prompt words this week I immediately thought of it.

There Is No Tornado

by Vashti Q

Why all the drama?

You spin storms out of breezes

“Be water, my friend.”

Why not let it be sunny?

Flow like water in a stream

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Bruce Lee Remix – Be Water My Friend – YouTube

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Bruce Lee’s Top 10 Rules For Success

I read this quote while on my friend Olga’s blog and decided I had to share it because it’s so powerful and inspiring. Be sure to check out Olga’s blog, Stuff and What if . . .  and be inspired by her many quotes, poems and articles.

“Everything you’ve ever wanted is on the other side of  fear.”

~George Addair

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Enjoy the weekend!

Haiku Friday – Feel & Space

30 Dec

Hello and a warm welcome to my blog!

 

Feel and Space 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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Photographer: Chad Powell

Shed your light on me

An aura’s ray reaches far

So you’re never gone

Shimmer on me from your star

Reborn you shall be each dawn

(Reaches – Space | Aura – Feel)

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Illustration by Selenada on DeviantART

Have a Happy New Year and keep warm!

Haiku Friday – Bells & Ring

23 Dec

 

Happy Holidays everyone and welcome to another week of ‘Haiku Friday’!

 

Bells and Ring are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

I had a hard time with this week’s prompt words but I hope I did okay. 

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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Santa the Clown

by Vashti Q

Ring the jingle bells

It’s Christmas at the Circus

Candy cane hued tents

Santa’s loose trousers

Bulbous nose glittering red

Smile painted on white

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Flower squirting green tinsel

Worn with playful elegance

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Haiku Friday – Kiss & Taste

16 Dec

 

It’s ‘Haiku Friday’! I hope you’re having a good one. 🙂

 

Kiss and Taste 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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I taste your goodness

As your lips caress my own

Apathy is purged

Only songs live in my heart

Dulcet choirs breathe in my mind

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“Kiss me over and over until you taste our ‘happily ever after’ and if anyone else were to kiss you all they’d taste is my name.”

Enjoy your Friday and have a great weekend!