Today’s words are:
The goal is to exercise your brain and split writer’s block. Write a story, a poem, a paragraph, a sentence, anything! The only rule is that it includes the words given or is inspired by the words given. Link it or leave it in the comments! #5words
Today’s words are:
The goal is to exercise your brain and split writer’s block. You can write anything! A story, a poem, a paragraph, a sentence, anything! The only rule is that it includes the words given or is inspired by the words given. Have fun and remember to include #5words
Hatoshi sat.
He sat by a winding river of shimmering green water.
Green water, that cascaded clear over beautiful white pebbles.
The pebbles were smooth and round, like bellies of fish above.
Fish that fed Hatoshi.
Hatoshi stood.
He stood and walked a winding path.
The winding path cut through a lush bamboo grove.
Bamboo that was tall and strong, like “the man of the forest”.
“The man of the forest” that watched Hatoshi.
Hatoshi stopped.
He stopped to see an animal that had died.
A dead animal that rotted and gave life.
Life within insects, life within the earth.
The earth that only gave to Hatoshi.
Hatoshi walked.
He walked in a circle.
A circle of going and returning.
Going and returning like the green water river.
The river flowing before Hatoshi.
Hatoshi sat.
I wawnt 2
Apallowjeyez
4 goweeng bak
En teyem
And steppeeng ahn that
Buhtrfleye.
Eye’m sawree
4 mezzeeng uhp
Evreetheeng
2dae.
The crashing wave
And the gentle ebb.
The singer and the
Birdsong.
Miles of green fields
Flashing in the breeze.
The moon in the day.
The snow as it falls,
When it shimmers in the dawn.
The willow as it sways.
The riverbank and
The rapids.
The squirrels as they play.
A flower between the stones.
A glow in the darkness.
The forest air
And the scent of earth.
The tempest
And the fair wind.
Today.
Tomorrow.
Always.
My love.
In Panama last year,
We made a friend
Who made a dress.
A beautiful purple dress
For a little girl.
We bought the dress,
Not because we have a daughter,
Nor are we expecting to,
But because it was beautiful,
And we wanted to help out.
I still look at the dress
And think it’s beautiful,
But there are times
When I lift it up and
Feel it’s delicate weight
In my hands and
Suddenly, a wave washes over me.
Sadness, Happiness, Longing.
Saudade.
I miss my daughter,
But she doesn’t exist.
I look for her,
But she doesn’t exist.
I love her,
But she doesn’t exist
And maybe never will.
I have to quickly drop the dress
And look away.
I breathe and shake my hands
Until the feeling passes.
How powerful is love,
That it reaches through time?
How deep is sadness,
That it cannot?
Writer, Editor, Student - Tyler M Deal 