This morning, my morning pages led me to write haikus. Here, I’m sharing three of them…
A Spark
A spark of imagination, of brilliance,
Of fury, or of dread,
Scattered and fed shall it next be?
Or smothered, doused, weakened, and extinguished?
When I woke up this morningI went to my silent place
It’s not a particular day or the count of weeks that infuse happiness into my life.
While I struggled with braces on my teeth and conjugating the past tense in French and German…