Tag Archives: future

Choose #midnighthaiku

Riding the current Both stream and path are calling We stand on the brink * Immobility The only desecration Refusal to grow *

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Ahead #midnighthaiku

Weathering the storm Strange festivities survived Brighter days ahead *

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New #midnighthaiku

Time and tide unturned Unstoppable momentum New pages open *  

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Hidden #midnighthaiku

Clouded horizons The future hidden from view A path walked in trust *

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Brave New World ~ Willow Willers #writephoto

The path well trod leads to the stones Feet bare or shod approach the thrones The Gods of men look down and smile The land is bathed in gold for a while. Continue reading at  willowdot21

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A horseshoe nail…

For want of a nail the shoe was lost. For want of a shoe the horse was lost. For want of a horse the rider was lost. For want of a rider the message was lost. For want of a … Continue reading

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Reunion ~ Sascha Darlington #writephoto

“Skulking around.” That’s what Grandma Lindley would say. “Why you skulking around, child? Don’t you have better things to do than spy on folks?” That’s what she would ask me if she were alive today and saw me. My reply … Continue reading

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The River’s Gift ~ The Urban Spaceman #writephoto

Sanjay grumbled to himself as he followed the path of the stream. The water echoed him in solidarity, a soft grumble of water churning stones against bedrock. Each river spoke with its own voice, and this little stream’s voice was … Continue reading

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Eyes of Time ~ Na’ama Yehuda #writephoto

“Learn to listen,” He-Who-Runs-With-Crooked-Legs told him as they sat to whittle spears and arrows out of saplings. The old man’s hands moved the sharp bone deftly over the yielding wood, smoothing any bumps that could confuse an arrow’s spirit and … Continue reading

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Calling #midnighthaiku

* The future awaits Lined with gold or veiled in grey Still it calls us home *  

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