You Dot I’s, Cross T’s, Now Trace Your 8’s #TankaTuesday
8 lines 8 syllables no rhyme You may laugh at my reason. But here's to a Great Eight.
8 lines 8 syllables no rhyme You may laugh at my reason. But here's to a Great Eight.
It's not a happy day when you get distorted yet lucid dreams. The war must end!
Loud, uncouth, and naughty until proven otherwise. But still we want March to hurry come stay awhile. Friends, notice the miracles in the fine hairs on buds and branches. Spring; No one does it better.
Do you have time for an espresso/expresso shot? Or for an escapade to indulge in a fave sobering drink? Great, let's! #shortpoem on the go! xoxo
Spring is surely coming. May everyone in all corners of the world see the colors of hope Spring brings. Hello March... Our prayers are with you, Ukraine.
March marches on in sprightly tones. Are you listening?
Is it true that stars shine brightest when its time time comes and they start to collapse? And us, humans, when do our lights shine the brightest?
May there be light. May there always be light. Especially for our friends in Ukraine today.
My first Reblog comes compliments of Goff and Cindy on the occasion of introducing me to the fun game of Emojiku. Anyone can participate. How about it? Oh yes, there are rules. Please follow along. *smile*
Are you happy? Or are you one who thinks that happiness is yet to come to you? Say, after you achieve such and such a thing? Or perhaps you feel that you are not deserving of happiness? That everyone gets a quota on happiness, and since you already experienced some once, you've already met yours.Β Or perhapsΒ you feel you need toΒ give up something -- which you're not ready to give up yet --Β to get you there? Or, and this is the saddest, perhaps you're clinging on to old beliefs, sabotaging you from getting you to that happy place?Β Β Here's the thing, you are deserving of happiness.
Bare trees wink and murmur sweet poetry to me. Do your remember this one: ... A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair..." Joyce Kilmer.
I was gifted a poem from that place from whence poems come. It's to raise global awareness. I will not fight the way this one turned out, but if you have better ideas, would you kindly share them with me? I want to learn. Thanks. xoxo