Perfume – TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge

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heady scents drowning

out my thoughts, erasing bad

memories – pure bliss

 

i scrape my mind clean

starting anew, a clean slate

is my one desire


 

It’s time for TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge, where this week we are invited to write on the theme of garden/bottlebrush. Much of my writing, be it poetry or prose, is catharsis for me. The ups and downs are all fodder for my creativity! Thank you, TJ, for providing today’s inspiration!

Why not join in, or if you’re feeling shy, just read and enjoy?

TJ has created a Haiku Hub on his blog – do take a look, read, enjoy, find inspiration, take part! TJ has provided us with a great logo to add to any posts that you want to be included in his hub. I’m honoured to be an inaugural member! Thank you again, TJ 🙂

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Meat market – Writing Prompt #165 “Collage 26”

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Zayde* and Bubbe* loved the seaside. In the olden times, when money was plentiful and the sun always seemed to shine, they had rented out a holiday home, placed two old benches in the garden that meandered down towards the cliffs and felt that life was just perfect.

So it had been, for a little while. Zayde had always rejected the idea of owning a car, telling anyone that cared to listen, and many that had no choice, that the country’s public transport system was so efficient that he had no need. Why waste energy, time and most of all money on a heavy, fuel-hungry machine, when he could sit back and relax in comfort in a luxurious private compartment in a train, and dine in the dining car whenever he felt like it? Bubbe’s misgivings never got a look-in.

Then, the transport system let Zayde down. Oh yes, it was still efficient, still kept to the timetable, but what a timetable. No more being lulled and rocked to sleep as he and his wife sped to their holiday home on gleaming rails. No more steaming coffee and pastries to sate their morning appetites. No more smiling porters wheeling luggage to a waiting taxi.

 

The benches are still there in the garden, but empty of their companions.

There are no seats on cattle trucks.

There is plenty to be afraid of, these days.

* Zayde and Bubbe are Yiddish for grandfather and grandmother.


 

Here is my entry into the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie collage writing prompt for this week. I’m afraid it took a dark turn, but hey, you know me, right? I couldn’t help but make the connections I did, it just seemed to fit. I know there are brighter stories out there inspired by this prompt because I’ve read at least one in my WordPress Reader feed, and I’ll be reading some more soon!

Why not join me in reading, or even, maybe, take part yourself?