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Haiku Friday – Life & Path

15 Apr

Happy Friday everyone! It is Haiku Friday and today’s prompt words are Life and Path. They were provided by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes.

Ronovan 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.

Also check out Ronovan Hester’s new release AMBER WAKE: Gabriel Falling a Historical Adventure about pirates available on Amazon.

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My Haiku this week . . .

The path to triumph

Is a tricky winding road

All souls should travel

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Would You Risk Driving on these Deadly Roads?

I asked my husband, a cousin and a friend to read this haiku and to interpret what they thought it meant. It was interesting how different and fascinating their individual interpretations were. There are haiku that most people will interpret the same way then there are others that will have a thousand distinct meanings. Go ahead and read it any way you’d like.

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Writer’s Quote Wednesday – LIFE

14 Oct

Happy Wednesday everyone! Welcome to my blog. Colleen Chesebro is a writer, poet, and book reviewer. She hosts an inspiring event every Wednesday on her blog, Silver Threading, called Writer’s Quote Wednesday. Anyone can participate by choosing a quote by a favorite writer and posting it on your blog. Check out her weekly wrap-up and be inspired by all the quotes.

Brilliant Quotes for Blog

21 Keys to a Happy Life

1- Compliment three people every day.

2- Watch a sunrise.

3- Be the first to say “Hello.”

4- Live beneath your means.

5- Treat everyone as you want to be treated.

6- Never give up on anybody; miracles happen.

7- Forget the Jones’.

8- Remember someone’s name.

9- Pray not for things, but for wisdom and courage.

10- Be tough-minded, but tender hearted.

11- Be kinder than you have to be.

12- Don’t forget that a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated.

13- Keep your promises.

14- Show cheerfulness even when you don’t feel it.

15- Remember that overnight success usually takes 15 years.

16- Leave everything better than you found it.

17- Remember that winners do what losers don’t want to do.

18- When you arrive at your job in the morning, let the first thing you say brighten everyone’s day.

19- Don’t rain on other people’s parades.

20- Don’t waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.

21- Keep some things to yourself and don’t promote havoc by hurting people you love.

~My Soul << Power to Change

Enjoy your day!

Always be yourself

Haiku Friday –– Force & Free

6 Feb

Welcome to Haiku Friday! Today’s Haiku is inspired by RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge The prompt words are Force & Free. I must admit I struggled a bit with these prompt words but this is what I came up with. I hope you enjoy.

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Life Finds A Way

by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

From the dry, cracked earth

Delicate life forces through

Free as a daisy

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Did you enjoy the Haiku poem? I love daisies. They make me smile and to me they represent simple beauty, purity, and strength. What’s your favorite flower and what does it represent to you?

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A Time to Mourn and a Time to Dance

24 Mar
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Illustration by Melanie Delon

 

Hello everyone! Today I’m sharing Part 1 of a short story series called A Time to Mourn and a Time to Dance. I hope you enjoy it.

A Time to Mourn and a Time to Dance

by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

 

Who falls in love with a ghost?

 

I recall the first time I laid eyes on Abigail. She wasn’t attractive in my eyes. Her skin was pallid like an ivory mist. Her limp, pale hair reflected merely a glint of sun. Her lips were thin and ill-defined, but when she looked my way with her heavy-lidded green eyes, she captured me. I couldn’t look away. I should have looked away.

 

I had a task to do–so I watched. She had a sweet way about her that lured me into her world. Was it possible to take part in her world? I observed her. She did caring things for those around her and had a generous heart. Oddly, she never seemed to expect anything in return. She was kind to animals and nature. She enjoyed singing, although she wasn’t very good at staying in tune. I spent hours, days, and then weeks observing her–trying to find something that would make my errand easier. I could not. What was it about this creature that held me captive?

 

Abigail was good, but also an odd and clumsy creature. I lost count of how many times I had to swiftly cover my mouth, fearing that my laughter would betray my presence. Once, she picked up a tarantula spider. It appeared to prance happily in place on her palm. She gazed at it wide-eyed and giggled with glee. Then she dropped it. The spider shattered when it hit the ground. She wailed for hours.

 

Another time she witnessed a small boy feeding bread to a swan. She ran to them and picked up a piece of bread lying by the boy’s feet. She attempted to feed the swan at the same time the boy did, but instead she clumsily struck the swan’s beak, making it irate. She gasped as the angry bird took the boy’s arm in its beak and pounded the small arm with one of its massive wings. Abigail screamed for help and managed to pull the boy away, but not before the swan had broken his arm. The boy ran away to his parents, red-faced and howling, his arm dangling by his side. She dropped to the ground and created a puddle with her guilt and sorrow. She did not eat for days. That’s when I finally approached her.

 

“Why do you starve yourself?” I asked. She jumped and stared at me. “Do you wish to die?”

 

“No, I wish to live,” she responded, her eyes wide and pale lips trembling. “I hurt a small boy and deserve to suffer.”

 

“You did no such thing. The bird hurt the boy, but his arm is healing well. He plays happily as we speak, regardless of the cast he wears. You have no need to go on tormenting yourself.”

 

“How do you know this?” She looked at me askance.

 

Thinking quickly I responded, “I was told about what had happened to the boy, and I just saw him minutes before I ran into you.”

 

She stared at me, brows crumbled and eyes squinted, and then she smiled faintly. “I’m glad to know this, thank you. My name is Abigail.”

 

“Then you must nourish yourself, Abigail.”

 

I looked around. A red fruit hanging from a nearby tree caught my eye. I picked it and handed it to her. She extended her hand slowly and took it. She bit into it, repeatedly holding the ripened, sweet fruit with both hands. She devoured it in no time. As she swallowed the last morsel, I wiped a bit of dribble off her chin. She smiled and her cheeks turned the color of an orchid rose.

 

I laughed. “My name is Azrael,” I told her. I’m not sure why. I reveal my name to few.

 

“It’s nice to meet you, Azrael. Would you like to walk with me?” she asked with a large grin on her face. I nodded. “Oh, good! This forest is quite beautiful. I enjoy hiking here. The smells, the sounds–fascinate me!” I smiled and we began our stroll.

 

“This beautiful place can also be quite dangerous. Doesn’t that scare you?”

 

“No,” she said, her face as innocent and pure as a daisy.

 

We continued walking. She stopped to smell wildflowers, drink water from a small waterfall that emptied into a noisy river, to point at birds she recognized and insects. I thought today would be the day, but torrents of crystalline water gushed, white fluffy clouds whipped across intense cerulean skies, daffodils vibrant as stars quivered and danced. It was much too lively a day for death to intrude.

 

“I must leave now.”

 

“So soon, Azrael?” She sighed heavily and her body slumped.

 

“The sun will set soon. Perhaps you should go home before it becomes dark and you can’t find your way back.”

 

She nodded with a frown. “Goodbye. It was very nice exploring the forest with you. Thank you for a lovely time,” she said as she departed.

 

I rushed in the opposite direction. When I was sure to be far enough away, I crumbled to the ground.

 

“Why? Why must I end the life of such a creature?” I cried to the heavens. “There is no malice in her. She is a lamb!” I felt a deep burning ache in my chest. Large drops fell from my eyes. I touched my cheek and looked with amazement at my wet fingers. A voice in my head reassured me that my task had good purpose. I rose from the ground and left the forest. 

 

Copyright © 2014 by Vashti Quiroz-Vega. All rights reserved.

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Be sure to read part 2 and the finale of A Time To Mourn And A Time To Dance

PART 2

PART 3 – FINALE

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Stop looking for the storms and enjoy more fully the sunlight.

28 Mar

Stop looking for the storms and enjoy more fully the sunlight.

Hello everyone and welcome. Thank you for stopping by. I came across this touching poem on Google+ and I had to share it. Sometimes we feel as though we’re being pulled in many different directions and it’s hard to focus on what’s really important. If we could only stop and take a deep breath, silence our minds, forget about all the petty stuff and focus on all the little blessings, we’d be much happier. We can either wallow and complain about what’s wrong in our life, or we can realize once and for all that life isn’t fair and it never will be. So lets celebrate the good in our lives. Don’t sweat the small stuff. 

 

 

It’s not too late… the angel said.

Even though the world’s a mess…

Even though you’re not as young…

Even though you’ve made mistakes and have been afraid

It’s not too late…

And then I saw the world through the angels’ eyes…

I saw the colors I could paint

The bridges I could build

The lives that I could touch

The dreams that could still come true

And it became very clear to me…

That it’s not too late.

~Written by Ron Atchison

So what are you celebrating today?