in death it’s too late
then to realise the abject
futility of
harbouring resentment for
the person in the mirror
By Sarah ©2017
Prompt: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #39 Mirror and Harbor
Futility
in death it’s too late
then to realise the abject
futility of
harbouring resentment for
the person in the mirror
By Sarah ©2017
Prompt: Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #39 Mirror and Harbor
About fantastical places and other stuff
Sampling the web for interestingness
splashing through life one crazy adventure, one colorful work-of-art at a time
Life on the Big Island of Hawaii
Practicing HIS PRESENCE In My Last Season
Motivation here
Life in progress
Aroused by Arête, provoking poems and ideas
A Haiku prompt/meme site
All Is One With Our Creator
Fiction from Photos
Prompts for haiku, haibun and haiga
haiku tanka senryu hiabun poetry
I am a Bronxite who loves my Village....I've got a Bronx tale for you...
My Life on the Farm
Love is ever-present within our own Being but we might not feel it until we live in the Now. "Love it Now" was created to share ideas about loving and being present in the here and now. Enjoy!
Love and Life... the second time around
now with 27% more woo
I'm a box of glitter hidden inside the darkest cave of this world
Wondering if it would help if we talked to the person in the mirror more often…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Absolutely. And with kindness and not harshness
LikeLiked by 1 person
Excellent thoughts in your Tanka. LOVE it! ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person