Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence


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Mothers

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A uniting force
Keeping mewlings safe and sound
Neighborhood mothers

While I was lucky to have been raised by an incredible mother, I was also privileged to have grown up in a neighborhood of warrior mothers. I had a sense of a sound safety net. That I would never go hungry. My skinned knee would be immediately doused in Bactine in front of whichever house I crashed my bike. A snow day meant making the rounds of homes for hot chocolate in between hours of sledding or skating. Some mother was always looking out for me -or relaying inappropriate behavior if warranted. Born during the depression, that generation of mothers had a rough childhood so they made sure we didn’t. Almost all the warrior mothers of my childhood are gone now as that generation fades into fond memories.

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge: Mothers.


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Bridge

Another dear friend
Crosses the misty bridge
Fog condenses into tears

In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #168: Bridges and Kristjaan Panneman’s CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI: Carpe Diem #1575 Fuyukasumi (Winter Mist)


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Firelight

 

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Snuggled in sleeping bags
Under a starry canopy
We whisper sweet nothings
While the campfire wanes

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge # 152: Fire

 


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Fibonacci

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Rusty
Spiral
Curling outward
Metal against glass
Throwback to a bygone era
When car windows were rolled down by hand
To better smell the wildflowers on a warm summer night lit with fireflies

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #95: Creativity