The spring after her mother’s death, a butterfly would greet her daily on her way to work. Walking through the bushes behind the building, she would stop to admire the wild daisies and there on a blossom sat a blue butterfly. She knew it had to be her mother hanging around just a while longer. The thicket served as a rent-free haven. The Landlord upstairs understands how difficult it can be for those left behind. There is no right or wrong way to mourn…just takes time.
surviving a great loss
wings of a butterfly
kissed her cheek
Once upon a time, there lived an old English professor who retired in a small cottage in a village by the Arabian Sea with his wife. With this new free time, he could now delve in his passion and became a great poet. He spent his days at the kitchen table writing smart anecdotes about this and that and everything else.
Sometimes, if he was searching for the right word, his eyes would wander out the window at the gardener, sitting among the moon flowers, hyacinth and jasmine, inhaling the delicate fragrance of her babies. His secret love for her had never changed, even after 50 years.
Evenings, the elderly couple liked catching the international news . Today was especially important to learn the results of the presidential election in that foreign country called U.S.A.
He stared, dumbfounded at the name of the new president elect and could not believe his ears! “The world, as we know it, with this boorish leader, Flora, will never be the same,” he whispered, “I’m afraid this man’s greed and narcissism combined, will have voters climbing the walls to escape the wrath of this man.”
scent of jasmine
away from toxic meadows
calming and healing
Today, she sits in quiet contemplation. A day of rest for the body and yet, the heart remembers stories of untold secrets that remain silenced. Too many pieces to that puzzle missing, she sighs, wishing she could do more…
no one could resist
weeping lost innocence
no one could resist
dancing to wise women’s song free the children
Somehow, that song and action to free other children around the world soothed her…for today.
What a delight finding this opportunity writing to not just one, nor two but three prompts today! The Secret Keeper with these 5 words: MEANING | RAISE | CRY | DREAM | GROUND Haiku Horizons with “puzzle”
And a new meme I discovered today, Tuesday at Ten with the word “Step”
Troiku is a new form of Haiku created by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Diem where you are welcome to write to his daily meme.