haiku

the heather in bloom
a path through to dense forest
in my dream last night

for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt

haiku

thin crescent at dusk
low in orange light, tells of death
this mystic moonlight

for Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge

haiku

sea goes suburban
driven ashore by strong winds
pools in my back yard

for Thursday Photo Prompt

share your world Q & A

Q: Have you ever ‘dined and dashed” (i.e. eaten the meal and then run out the restaurant door without paying)?

A: Nope.

Q: Have you ever been in a car accident and either left the scene of the accident (providing it was a fender bender and not serious) or denied culpability for causing it when you did, (if it were minor or serious)?

A: Was in an “accordian” accident. Whole line of cars hit the one in front of them. I was first in the line. I braked when the car in front of me braked and I stopped in time, but the car behind me didn’t stop in time, nor did six or seven behind him. Foggy dusk with a slick road. I pulled over three lanes to the shoulder and so did the fellow behind me. All the rest pulled off on the median. The two of us exchanged info and went on our way. Later as I was officiating at a board meeting, a highway patrolman showed up to inform me I should not have left. He took my information but didn’t cite me. The board looked on.

Q: Have you ever found a wallet or purse or some money (over $20) in the street and just taken it, thinking ‘finders keepers, losers weepers?   Or would you be ‘good’ and hand it in?

A: As a lifelong jogger, I’ve found all sorts of things, including wallets with money in them, phones in the gutter, and legal documents in envelopes. Nothing beats returning something lost and refusing any reward. Great karma.

Q: What was the last thing you stole or shoplifted?   If you never ever considered doing that, tell us your secret! 

A: Nothing recently, but yes, when there was a long line and the item was trivial, into my pocket it occasionally went. 😦

for Share Your World

haiku

full dark moonless night
forest silent emptied out
the loss wounds my soul

for Sunday Writing Prompt

slow decay

my body is not decaying. not yet, because i am still alive and i am not plagued by a gangrenous limb or hosting any sort of flesh-eating bacteria.
it’s my life that’s decaying, and along with it, my soul.

lost my job and then my spouse and kids. lost the house and then the car. lost my respect and then my personal physical safety. lost my mind.

but wait. that is not slow decay. it happened in a blink. thinking back, it might have happened in a day, to be followed by a timeless gray and black stretch of sidewalks and doorways and featureless people.

i honor my body, though. it doesn’t quit. keeps on going. too dumb not to.

for The On-line Writer’s Guild

haiku

pothole

artic terns migrate
greenland to antarctica
potholes hurt my car

for Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge

haiku

brilliance off water
sunlight glancing from the lake
i pull off the road

for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt

new job

when i got this job, they told me i’d be a “guardian” and i thought wow. big step up from my position as bag boy at the vegetable stand. come to find out, i walk a route around the keep three times a shift to confirm the dragons are still there and haven’t flown off or been stolen. the rest of my time is spent cleaning dragon poop out of the lairs, dodging blasts of flame in my asbestos guardian suit, and filling troughs with dragon chow. once a week i do a count of the eggs, adjusting the temperature on the warming blankets depending on egg age. when the eggs hatch i’m the one feeding the infants dragon formula from cast-iron bottles with nipples made from hollowed-out gneiss chunks. the good news: i’m ripped.

do dragons ever make friends with guardians, seeing as how we feed them, babysit for them and clean up after them? no.

for Sunday Writing Prompt

hope against hope

obdurate nature
follows the rules of physics
there are reasons for what happens around us
and to us
no magic
although plenty of mystery
no fate
although plenty of predictability
no predestination
although plenty of  consequences

we hope
we pray
we rationalize
the sun comes up and goes down
time flows
who knows what may happen
surely we’ll be spared
it can’t happen here
it can’t happen to us
history is entertainment

for Weekend Writing Prompt