nature’s looking glass—
momentary perfection
fickle as the breeze
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Feelings Never Die
It is Valentine's Day again, and it bought back memories that were over fifty years old. It bought me back to 1971, and I woke up and I knew my baby was due today. I was big and pregnant, and I felt like I was about to burst wide open. Imagine my surprise when the doctor told my I had a due date of February 14. I couldn't believe it, and since my baby was due today, I felt I could indulge myself a bit. I had gained a lot of weight, and chocolate was on the no-no list, but I had came to the end of this pregnancy, and I hoped it would be okay, after all I would deliver this baby today. So I walked across the street to the grocery story, and bought myself, a peppermint patty, covered in chocolate, my favorite. Me and my Valentine's baby would enjoy it together.
By Susan Payton2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (13)
Wonderfully captured!
Dear Kristen - As an aside - Wish our 'Fickle' world would focus on what 'nature' has given us - rather than fighting over what it has not - J-bud
Well now. Even in haiku-form, your ability, skill, art of capturing the beauty of nature, even when it is fleeting, is flawless. Well done on this, pal!
So beautiful
Beauty! It sure doesn’t last long. 😄 ⛅️
Fickle as a breeze. Loved that line! Such a wonderful Haiku!
Beautiful & meaningful.
beautiful haiku
Love this, my friend, and that last line is perfect!
Oh this is wonderfully done!!
Just lovely 🥰
Oh! That last line brings it together perfectly. Nicely done.
lovely