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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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I don’t want to say goodbye . . .

31 Mar

My father is in the hospital again. He had been doing better than expected for a while now, so I guess it made us forget how bad things really are. He came over my house on Sunday for Easter brunch and although he was walking and talking and seemed to be happy I noticed there was something off. He was pallid and he struggled more than usual to walk and he hardly ate.

He went downhill from there and at 3:00 am on Tuesday he was admitted to the hospital. He’s lethargic and unresponsive now. When I arrived at the hospital and spoke to him he tried to open his eyes and he managed to open them a little and he smiled but after that he wasn’t responding to the nurses or doctors that came by.

I’ve been in and out of the hospital since then, mostly in, which is why I didn’t do Writer’s Quote Wednesday and haven’t been online much at all. Sorry about that. My sister Cleo is in the hospital with him now and I’ll be leaving soon but I didn’t want to leave everyone hanging without an explanation. I’ll get myself together and get back to my routine as soon as I can but for now I’m going to see my dad. This is a very painful part in someone’s life and I’m barely hanging on.

My father has come close several times and recovered. He has a very strong will but this time it seems different.

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My dad

Father

by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

His brown eyes deepened into polished onyx, and upon them came a mist of tears.

He watched with the facade of a brave man as his baby boy entered the world.

As if his mind and body were not consumed by overwhelming fears.

What are my duties? There are no guidelines. Where do I begin?

The babe in his arms felt so natural, yet so alien. A fire blazed in his chest.

“You are a father now.” The words were jolting, yet pleasing to his heart.

His brown eyes deepened into polished onyx, and upon them came a mist of tears.

He watched with the façade of a calm man as his son toddled, taking his first steps.

As if his mind and body were not consumed by overwhelming fears.

What if he falls? What if he hurts himself? I would fail as a father.

The toddler tottered to him and embraced him with dulcet giggles.

As he held his son, it did not feel alien. His heart gave way for love to conquer.

His brown eyes deepened into polished onyx, and upon them came a mist of tears.

He watched with the façade of a cool man as his son introduced him to his first girl.

As if his mind and body were not consumed by overwhelming fears.

What if he falls in love? What if she breaks his heart?

He embraced his son and slipped extra cash in his pocket.

As he held him, it felt like love, and he rested assured his son was smart.

His brown eyes deepened into polished onyx, and upon them came a mist of tears.

He watched with the façade of a brave man as his son grew and had sons of his own.

As if his mind and body were not consumed by overwhelming fears.

Did I raise him right? Did I teach him to be a good husband and father?

He embraced his son, and they were swathed by the love they both felt.

As he held his son, his questions were answered, and he grew calmer.

His son’s brown eyes deepened into polished onyx, and upon them came a mist of tears.

He watched his father wear the façade of a spent man as he lay on a hospital bed.

His son’s mind and body were consumed by overwhelming fears.

Am I doing the right thing? Who am I to decide when his time has come?

His face dampened with sorrow as he embraced his father.

As he held his father’s weary body and gazed into his dimming eyes, his questions were answered, and he grew calmer.

His brown eyes deepen into polished onyx, and upon them comes a mist of tears.

He watches with the façade of a pitiful man as his son reaches for that button.

He is ready to leave this world and grateful his son has let go of his fears.

As his son holds his ruined body, and he feels the lifeblood drain from his eyes, he knows he has raised him right.

His mind and body are consumed with overwhelming love.

His son has given him the gift of peace, and his happy spirit travels toward the light.

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

Haiku Friday – Tears & Wine

11 Sep

Hello and welcome once more to Haiku Friday! Today’s prompt words from RonovanWrites Weekly Poetry Prompt Challenge  are Tears and Wine.

 

These words reminded me of an experience I had the year my first book was released. I was celebrating the release of The Basement with friends. We were drinking wine and one of my friends decided to toast to my future as a writer. What she said moved me to tears and one of my tears fell into my glass of wine. I announced to everyone what had happened and was ready to toss the wine when my friend asked, ‘Are those happy tears?’ Of course I said yes. So she waved her hand and said, ‘Then it’s all good.’ I drank the wine after that.

Hopefully you’re still awake and I haven’t lost you after that story.

Anyway, that was the inspiration for my haiku this week.

Happy Tears

Happy Tears

by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

Flow down my lilt face

Happy tear sweetened my wine

Touched by dulcet words

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Have a great weekend, everyone! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Haiku Friday – Don’t Abuse Grandma!

7 Aug

Hello everyone! Happy Friday! Today is Haiku Friday but I don’t have a haiku for you. 😦 I got back last night from a mini vacation and didn’t have the time or energy to prepare one––sorry. My sister, Kathleen came down from NYC for a few days and since we both have birthdays this week we decided to go down to the Florida Keys. We had three marvelous days of swimming, kayaking, fishing, and generally celebrating our birthdays. We had a great time but I’m exhausted.  We have plans of continuing to celebrate our birthdays here in Miami until she leaves on Sunday. 😉

 

I wrote a guest post about elderly abuse a couple of months ago and I had plans to post it on my blog eventually, so that day has come. Today I will share that post with you. It’s an issue that I care about and that more people should be made aware of.

 

Elder Abuse

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I’ve written on the subject of abuse and bullying on many occasions on my blog but I don’t think I’ve ever specifically addressed the abuse of the elderly. This is obviously an important subject that’s too often overlooked.

 

Words cannot describe how much I love my maternal grandmother. She passed away years ago but there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about her. I can’t imagine someone abusing my sweet, kindhearted ‘granny’ in any way. Sadly, there are plenty of grandparents being abused on a daily basis.

 

Elder abuse happens to men and women, in all ethnic, social and economic groups.

 

And while a lot of media attention has been given to stories of elder abuse by caregivers in private homes, the truth is that anyone can be guilty of committing elder abuse, including family members.

 

Elder abuse is generally divided into the following categories:

 

Physical Abuse

 

Sexual Abuse

 

Domestic violence

 

Psychological Abuse – The willful infliction of mental or emotional anguish by threat, humiliation, or other verbal or nonverbal conduct. This includes threatening to put them in a home if they don’t act the way you’d like them to.

 

Financial Abuse – The illegal or improper use of an older person’s funds, property, or resources.

 

Neglect – The failure of the caregiver, and that could be the spouse, son, daughter or grandson/daughter, to fulfill his or her care giving responsibility. Is it abusive to not call or visit your elderly parents for months at a time? I’d say yes.

 

We shouldn’t forget that every day we grow older. No one gets any younger and one day we will be the elderly. We will no longer have the speed, agility or strength we have now. Our bodies will grow weaker, our minds will become foggy, our vision cloudy . . . Would you like someone to take advantage of that? How would you feel if you were discarded because you were no longer young?

 

Elder abuse is a substantial subgroup of Family Violence. It may be more widespread than thought. Awareness of its occurrence is a first step in halting its progression.

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If you’d like to know the origins of this poem look here.

Have a great weekend everyone! 😀

Nature speaks . . .

7 Apr

Have you ever been deeply touched by a few well placed words? It happened to me. Everyone who knows me is aware of my love for nature. It’s a profound love.

It takes genuine talent to move people with few words and John Foster has got the skills. You let me know if I’m wrong after reading his poem ‘Soft Winds’. And if you enjoy his poem you can read more of his work on his blog, JOHN FOSTER.

 

Soft Winds

by John Foster

 

Nature speaks without a tongue,
and sings with her every motion.
She moves with elegance unfelt,
save for the soft winds, to whose
song the tall trees dance.

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When was the last time you went to a park? Do you enjoy the outdoors? Have you ever planted a tree?

There’s Beauty in Sad Things

30 Mar

Hello everyone! I came across this beautiful poem on my friend Fran’s blog Fran Rose Writes and I had to share it.

Francine Rose Hirst is a charismatic and talented writer and poet. Visit her blog and read more of her poems and interesting posts about powerful and influential events in her life.

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Springs Bleeding Heart

by Francine Rose Hirst

 

Spring evokes excitement.
I smell Spring.
I breathe Spring.

And yet.

Spring evokes sadness.
I remember good times.
I cry.

Spring evokes haunting.
Carefree days.
City lights at night.

Spring evokes life.
I watch as an outsider.
A hidden being.

Spring evokes love.
Too much.
I hurt.

Spring evokes passion.
Wasted.
Let me be.

Spring evokes hope.
It has no right.
Set me free.

Spring evokes kisses.
Sweet longing at night.
Mornings alone.

Spring evokes images of you.
Your life.
Shared so freely.

Spring please be over.
I can’t bare it.
Any longer.

My heart bleeds.
Spring’s joy is not mine.
This time.

What does Spring evoke for you? Do you have memories that haunt you? What is your happiest memory?

Haiku Friday – Miss & Past

13 Mar

Hi everyone! Welcome to my blog. It’s Haiku Friday! Thanks for visiting. Once again my prompt words come from RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge If you enjoy haiku poetry you should definitely visit his blog. Many people participate in the weekly challenges and they share the link to their haiku on his page and Ronovan also features the haiku poems on the weekend. The prompt words today are Miss and Past. I thought of Easter for some reason and this is what I came up with.

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Ēostre

by Vashti Quiroz-Vega 

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Goddess of spring past

bunnies and eggs her symbols

Easter was then born

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Missed in the Eddas

Mischievous St Bede

Conjured her being

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Did she exist once?

Dancing while the flowers bloomed

The wiccans think so

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Do you celebrate Easter? If so what do you do on Easter Sunday? What does Easter represent to you?

Don’t Turn Your Face Away

16 Feb

Hello! Welcome to my blog! My name is Vashti and I’m a writer of fiction. I plan to entertain you with my short stories, articles and featured writers, artists and poets, but once in a while I will get serious about the issues I care about. I have zero tolerance for any kind of bullying or child abuse. I believe creating awareness of these issues is an important first step to stopping it. I also believe that the people who stand up to bullies and abusers are real life superheroes.

 

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Don’t Turn Your Face Away

by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

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, you cannot pretend you don’t care.
To be concerned is to be human.
To act is to care.

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Domestic Violence and Abuse: Signs of Abusive Relationships (Click on picture)

1 out of 7 children are abused . . .
How many do you know?

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Child Abuse Prevention: What You Should Know and How You Can Help (click on picture)

Don’t turn your face away.

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Domestic Violence Against Men (click on picture)

If my post were made of paper it would be wet with my tears. Have you ever confronted a bully? If you saw a woman beating up a man would you interfere?

Haiku Friday – Wait & Move

13 Feb

Welcome to Haiku Friday . . .

RonovanWrites Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt Challenge #31

Taking on the challenge one more week, prompt words Wait & Move 

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Longing

by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

I was moved by you

Your love proved ephemeral

why do I still wait

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Do you have plans for Valentine’s Day? If so, what are you doing? Is Valentine’s Day just another day for you?

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?