The Interior Corner

This is for Fandango’s flash-fiction challenge #72. Join in here! Our picture is below.

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To me, this looks like Hogwarts or almost like a cathedral, but my poem has nothing to do with that. *smile*

You keep to your corner,
Hiding inside,
There’s light all around you,
In dark spots you hide
While light streams through windows
On the left and right —
It seems too hard to move,
Yet the goal is in sight.

One Shining Moment

We are writing traditional haibun about “one shining moment” in our life. Green and gold were mt high school’s colors.


After four years came her shining moment: Finally she was graduating from high school, with high honors. Her grades were not perfect, but she was happier for the fact of their imperfection, since it showed that she could survive it.

The sky above the sea of green and gold smiled benignly, while the future lay ahead of her like an exciting novel, in a language she could not read.

Under blazing sun
Clouds float in their big ocean —
We toss tasseled caps

Décima: Uncertainty

It is already the tenth décima challenge from Ronovan, and this is my offering.


The world today’s a messy place:
It seems impossible to clean,
So in the rubble we must glean
Glinting sunlight learn to embrace.

Now at a dizzying pace
Confusion makes more mess: often
We think it’s figured out, and then
Does anything make any sense?
We know there will be recompense
But we are impatient for when.

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Searching…

I am sharing this with the Writers’ Pantry, as we say goodbye to May and say “Onward, June.”  I’m happy about today being the special day of Pentecost, yet this is what I wrote in response to reading a passage from Romans 8 this morning.


He who searches hearts:
Understand this muddled voice
Troubled with what-if

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Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. Now He who searches the hearts knows what the mind of the Spirit is, because He makes intercession for the saints according to the will of God

Romans 8:26-27 (NKJV)

What Is the Hunter Hunting?

This was inspired by this week’s paint-chip poetry. Linda asks us to write about the key to happiness using at least 4 of the colors’ names.

Orion hunts after sunset,
Rising in his night-sky dwelling:
He tries to find a balm for scars,
And aloe vera doesn’t go too far.
He tries to find fame in a red carpet,
But he is made of other stars.
Around him he sees darkness,
But this is no total eclipse.
He does not know he casts a long
Shadow because he’s already
So close to the light.

This Is How It Will All End

Shared with this week’s Writers’ Pantry, which Sanaa has titled “Birthing Hope.” We didn’t have to write about that topic, but I wanted to mention that because I liked the idea of it. The poem that I wrote was inspired by Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry.


During the golden hour,
World bathed in that wistful
Sheen of happy memories,
I will remember my first kiss
And the first time (at
Homecoming) I wore hot pink lipstick —

I will relax, watching
That admirable sun set,
Sipping chamomile tea and
Drinking memories, knowing
A geode had been my life —
With amethyst crystals inside.

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