This post is created in response RONOVAN’S WEEKLY HAIKU CHALLENGE BREAK GLASS
Life’s like a prism
Making beauty from ashes
Rainbows through smashed glass
Smashing Rainbows
Category Archives: The Stories
Rag Torch- Tanka Poetry
Passion is the light
Expelling halos of night.
A Shepherd’s rag-torch
It sends the wolves careening,
Maddened into the shadows.
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It Only Makes Sense
This post is created in response to RONOVAN’S HAIKU CHALLENGE REGARDING ANGER AND LOGIC
It Only Makes Sense
by J. Lillie
Nature will rebel
When the hearts of flowers burn.
It only makes sense.
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Tuck In
This post is created in response to RDP’s DAILY PROMPT “SETTLE“
Here is my take on it.
Tuck In
by J. Lillie
Just like the chipmunk
Planning for the winter’s day
We must now tuck in.
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The Race To Mystery
This post was created in response to RONOVAN’S WEEKLY HAIKU CHALLENGE 5-18-20
THE RACE TO MYSTERY
Will you run with me
To the hidden forest glen?
Race To mystery.
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The Circle Of the Sylph
This post is created in response to FANDANGO’S FOWC CHALLENGE.
OUR WORD FOR THE DAY IS CIRCLE.
THE CIRCLE OF THE SYLPH
By J. Lillie
The forest wandered
Into my soul. I got lost
There in the trees.
The circle of the Sylph sang
My name, and I was long gone.
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Thinking Into Spring As I Listen To Nathalie Stutzmann
Stutzmann sings”Ebarme Dich”.
I think into Spring.
Her wrists like rainbows
Rise and bend with rhythm
An aria stretching the skies
With sorrow.
That price of hope
Is the last supper of explanations,
A call to cloister to hide away,
To hide the seed
On warmish nights when frost could still fall.
So what was can die
And what will be,
Can be what is.
Does the song make me grieve,
At all
This loss of what was cold?
The winter of discontent?
No.
That is a mercy.
This is Spring.
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A Gypsy’s Conflict
This post is written in response to Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge.
Follow that link to learn the rules and to read the work of other poets.
Here is mine:
A GYPSY’S CONFLICT
by J. Lillie
A Gypsy’s conflict
Lays hold and won’t let me go.
Wandering vine.
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Walking From Winter
Late February,
Snow settles its yearly debt.
I am left without.
I grab the pots off the shelf in the Walmart. It’s time to start the garden even while the snow pack is three feet thick. Ice has made the ground as hard as my heart. Will I admit, as I shovel the Miracle-Grow left over from last year, that I am angry at the world?
Walking From Winter
A reality repeats
Like a season’s turn.
I place the seeds of life, three in one: three tomato…three pepper.. three cucumber in a rhythm that reminds me like the repeated infiltration of a knife to the heart….To the heart those raping winds still blow. “Beware the Ides of March”.
Surviving the storms
I walk away from winter
No longer in it.
As the garden sprouts on my window sill, I have to admit embracing life is better than lamenting its pain, its fear, its heartache. For all that, there is beauty too. That is worth more than all this trouble I have given myself by letting in a worthless winter of discontent.
It’s not time to plant.
Yet it’s too late to give up
Forgiving winter.
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The Garden Of Requirement
This piece of Flash Fiction is written in response to THE FRIDAY FICTIONEERS CHALLENGE. CHECK IT OUT BY CLICKING RIGHT HERE.
THE GARDEN OF REQUIREMENT
By J. Lillie
Jared called it “The Garden of Requirement”, a play off of the Harry Potter books, his favorite reads.
Jenna called it a mess. Jared’s garden was a hodgepodge of broken toilets filled with violets and refrigerators filled with manure and beef steak tomato plants.
He haled it as repurposing. She complained it was just putting other people’s old junk on their lawn, but then the people began to come, just to look at the junk. Jared began to charge a walk-through fee. When Jared bought Jenna her first diamond necklace Jenna began to love the Garden of Requirement.
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