When You’re Not Here

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Days are bleak and cold

Without you here beside me

I feel so alone

Rest assured, dear readers, that I am neither sad nor alone; but the sight of this snow-covered glider speaks of solitude to me, thus prompting the Haiku.

The main rule of Haiku writing, of course, is three lines containing 5, 7 and 5 syllables respectively, but there are many acceptable ways to accomplish that. One popular technique is the “complete thought per two lines” rule. Imagine if I removed the third line. Would the first two lines form a complete sentence or thought? Conversely, if the first line was removed, would the second and third lines be complete? When You’re Not Here is an example of this technique.

Wishing you warmth and contentment today and always,

Grammy

Foto Friday #25

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This is an eroded patch of asphalt on the sidewalk where I often walk. Each time I pass it, the shape reminds me of the continent of Africa. The other day I snapped a picture so I could compare it to a map. There is a remarkable resemblance, so now when I go for a walk – I just tell my husband I’m going to Africa and back!

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Gone Astray . . .

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in a world of anonymous strangers

we surrender to the trendy lure

of being something we’re not

hoping integrity won’t seize our soul

and ruin our imperfect happiness

while blindly we sleepwalk like mindless zombies

crashing into this, tripping over that,

unable to rid ourselves of the

monotone voices that urge us

to touch, but not to feel,

to look, but not to see

our faceless selves

all going nowhere,

seeking nothing

We, as humans, are a mystery to me sometimes – for Ragtag Daily Prompt: Mystery 

Packing up Christmas/Foto Friday #23

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After weeks filled with hectic preparation

sadly, another Christmas has come and gone.

Anticipation of festive joy was riding high

as a propensity for Christmas magic

was all it took to keep my hope and dreams alive.

Now the holiday is over and the magic is gone –

packed away in plastic containers

amid shiny baubles and strings of lights.

Hope has become just hope again

and dreams have become just dreams

… until next year

when the magic is unpacked.