Fickle #midnighthaiku

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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17 Responses to Fickle #midnighthaiku

  1. Noah Weiss says:

    On one day it rains
    The next hour flurries will fly
    Vernal mystery

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  2. This Winter’s history!
    Bring on a jubilant Spring!
    Bloom, bloom, pretty buds!

    For Sue! ♥


  3. Anne Copeland says:

    As I read these beautiful writings by so many people, I feel a part of my inner being coming alive. I realize that I have been in a state of slumber of my mind. I have created, but a part of me wrote, but another larger part of me had gone underground so to speak, waiting for something to bring life to my spirit once again. I had been productive in some respects, attending an online university and getting still another degree, this one in Criminal Justice. I am not really sure why I went into that field, though I tell others I wanted to work with Juvenile Delinquents, which in part was quite true. But it was as though a part of me was lost, and I had to become the detective to help find that part of me again. My creative writing, creativity in art, and in living in general had pretty much gone someplace else. I no longer looked at my paints, or viewed a fabric with any sense of adventure lurking ahead.
    And then it happened. I became ill. The Big C. And so I went thru a sort of death and rebirth, trying to sort out not only the choices I would need to make without so much as a roadmap to help me determine what would happen if I went down the wrong road. Or was there a wrong road? In the end, after a surgery, I decided to do nothing. My age said I wanted to live and that if this chose to return, I could perhaps just do another surgery. Nothing further to decide.
    The day after it was over, I went to a music festival and I danced. And danced. And danced. It WAS good to be alive, and good to have someone by my side to help me to remember that soul who was still me. I did a little art, and I worked on some books. But it was not the same. I could do it competently, but when I look at the works of others who write here, I knew something was gone. Would it ever come back? Would I ever be able to sit down and create art with the same hunger to put life into every color of paint, every dye, every fabric or every rock I collected? I still wonder as I enjoy wandering through the pages I find here, surrounded by the most creative universe of wonderful souls that I encounter every day now.
    I want to get back that energy flow, that wild and crazy part of myself that I know is there somewhere perhaps not too far away. I want every day to begin with adventure of my soul into the world I have known and loved so much. I want to fly, and to remember . . .


    • Sue Vincent says:

      It is easy to get lost in life, but never easy to find the way back. On the other hand, finding the way forward is a matter of simply placing you foot on the path you choose. We may not know where it leads…but there is always adventure waiting if we keep walking 😉


  4. Widdershins says:

    Snow, again? … or is that hail? 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  5. That looks more like hail. —- Suzanne

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Dalo 2013 says:

    Fantastic shot ~ and of course, description 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  7. macjam47 says:

    Lovely poem, Sue! We had snow yesterday! Spring sure is fickle!


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