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Haiku Friday – Chagrin & Joy

7 Apr

Welcome to The Writer Next Door and Happy Haiku Friday!

 

Chagrin and Joy 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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It boils within you

Anger takes and never gives

It’s a thief of joy

Do not let it steal pieces

Of who you desire to be

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Enjoy the weekend!

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 – 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 – Lark & Rush

7 Oct

Happy Haiku Friday everyone!

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It’s a happy day indeed. I don’t know how many of you are aware of the ominous threat to Florida the last couple of days. A monstrous category 4 storm, ‘Hurricane Mathew‘ threatened to pummel the south eastern coast of the US and at one point CNN and The Weather Channel put it’s projection right over the town where I live. Needless to say, yesterday was a scary day for me and my family.

We prepared as best we could but if a storm this large and powerful barrels over your area it’s catastrophic no matter what you do. Mathew was headed straight for us and then later yesterday evening it increased in speed and moved toward the west changing it’s trajectory further north and we ended up getting some wind and lots of rain but nothing severe. We’ve had more flooding and down trees with regular lightning storms. Dade and Broward counties definitely ‘dodged the bullet’.

My prayers go out to those counties and states north of us that are still in the path of Mathew.

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Lark and Rush 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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Mathew huffed and puffed

Saying, ‘I am not a lark!’

He rushed to the West

And although he did his best

He couldn’t blow my house in. 😉

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 ♦

Stay safe my friends!

Haiku Friday – Home & Leaves

30 Sep

Hello! Welcome to ‘Haiku Friday’!

 

Home and Leaves 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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Early one morning

Red foliage knocked on my door

Welcome to autumn

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Home is in his arms

It is where I long to live

My love lives in sleep

Renounced was I for the grave

Love lives beyond the tomb

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Happy Friday!

Haiku Friday – Clouds & Sunshine

23 Sep

Hello everyone! Welcome and Happy Haiku Friday!

 

Clouds and Sunshine 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’ve use the synonym ‘Daybreak’ for ‘Sunshine’ and ‘Mist’ for ‘Clouds’. In the Tanka I used ‘Light’ and ‘Puff’.

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Illustration by Katherine Cardona

Vampire

by Vashti Q

Daybreak hours fore

Shadows stir in the mist

They surround the night

Victim’s Revenge

by Vashti Q

Creature of the night

Trapped by incandescent light

Long did they embrace

In her arms he burned like fire

Puff of dust to soothe her ire

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Check out my short story Fall From Desire

Have a great weekend everyone!

Haiku Friday – Sizzle & Sleek

5 Aug

Sizzle and Sleek are this week’s prompt words chosen by Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes. These words are great but presented a real challenge for me.

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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Digital Art by Alienette on DeviantArt

Smooth words lit a fire

My heart sizzles in my chest

I hold hell inside me

And keep your smile in my eyes

As you, my love, watch me burn

~Vashti Q

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Have a great weekend everyone!

Writers Quote Wednesday – PASSION

3 Aug

Welcome to another edition of Writers Quote Wednesday sponsored by Colleen Chesebro of Silver Threading and Ronovan Hester of Ronovan Writes. Anyone can participate by choosing a quote by a favorite writer then you may add artwork, photography, a short piece of flash fiction or poetry to share with us all. You can add anything you like to highlight your quote. Have fun with it!

We have a great theme this week: PASSION chosen by Ronovan. 

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Painting by Marta Nael

I lifted my eyes 

And in the evening sky

A rare star shined bright

I opened my chest

She saw the scars on my heart

I asked the fine star

Bring my bloodthirsty lover

Where love leads, this fool follows

~Vashti Q

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“True love is not a strong, fiery, impetuous passion. It is, on the contrary, an element calm and deep. It looks beyond mere externals, and is attracted by qualities alone. It is wise and discriminating, and its devotion is real and abiding.”

~Ellen G. White

“A woman in love respects and raises up her man. She is his constant source of support. She matches his heart and passions with her own. She sees the very best in him, even when he does not. She is his foundation; what he returns home to.”

~Elizabeth Bourgeret

“A man in love is cautious with the decisions he makes, words he says and actions he takes, so he never purposefully causes her pain. He believes in her when she struggles believing in herself. He is her foundation, where she feels safe to be her true self.”

~Elizabeth Bourgeret

“I would prefer to live with bleeding heart where desire see darkness of uncertainty because I need to know the existence of love”

~Seema Gupta

Enjoy the rest of your week everyone!

Haiku Friday – Pie & Dust

29 Jul

Pie and Dust 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 Sara Pope

Here’s my attempt for this week’s words Pie (sweet) and Dust . . .

Temptation is sweet

My body pleads like a child

The dust then settles

Followed by sting of regret

I broke my diet again!

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Last week I didn’t get a chance to post ‘Haiku Friday’, so this is what I came up with last week’s words Sing and Flower

Little flower sleeps

Curled up like a tiny seed

Dreaming of singing

In the morn the sun will shine

Stretch up tall and sing your song

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Have a wonderful day, everyone!

Haiku Friday – Flag & Fallen

3 Jun

Hello! It is Haiku Friday and this week’s prompt words are Flag and Fallen but I was on vacation and missed last week’s words, so I decided to write a tanka and include them as well––those words are Rein and Quest. The words were provided 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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TRANSFORMER: The Ride-3D at Universal Studios Orlando, Florida

The Autobots reign

Vile Megatron has fallen

Bots draw rein on quest

Evil emblems gone from sight

The fate of man is restored

 

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Megatron (Decepticon)

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Optimus Prime & Bumble Bee (Autobots)

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Have a great day, and if you see one of these––run! Decepticon-Transformer-The Writer Next Door-Vashti Q-Tanka