Prison – A Haiku
self-imposed is
the prison holding me now
I long to be free
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If You Were Here With Me In Las Vegas – A Weekend Coffee Share Post
Hey there, glad to have you here again for coffee. Do you like this cup? It is one of my own designs, and yes, you can take it home with you.
I hope you do not mind that I will use your visit as an excuse to stop organizing my Zazzle stores for a moment. I did not bake anything this week, too busy, but I bought us some streusel cake.
So this week had been another busy one. I am trying to get ready for a few things, first the above-mentioned stores have to be ready for the upcoming holiday season. I have given them and myself a week to make them just the way I want to. By next Saturday, they better are that way.
Also, NaNoWriMo is only a month away. I want to have the first draft of a book finished by then and use that month to edit the mess I wrote. I say mess because the first draft is always a vomit draft – just a bunch of stuff written on paper – it is the subsequential stages that carve out a true story. Apparently this story will the intro to the town most of my Paranormal fantasy series will be centered in. So the details have to be right at the end. And they will be – hopefully.
Amazon is launching an Etsy-like business section for homemade products, and I am trying to find out as much info as I can. I really love the idea, and will be writing about it on the blog, whenever I get info about it. This will be interesting. (P.S. saw some of the pre-launch selection of some stores and darn they look good – impressive stuff)
If you were here with me, I would tell you all of the reasons I do not like living in Las Vegas – the gambling in the grocery stores, the groves of homeless people in the parks, just a little bit away from tourist section, the dirtiness of the city, the personal stories of loss and addiction I have been listening to. It is a hard, dangerous city that takes so much out of so many people. On one hand, I see tourists and people with money (as obvious by their clothing, and expensive cars), walking around and partially stepping over people with no place to live. Poverty is everywhere in the US, but I have never seen it so much in your face and seen so many people act as if it is okay. It is not okay. But for me, a temporary resident only here to work for a few months, there is not much I can do. And that is what is killing me. I do what I can, donate where I can, listen to people’s stories and give a kind word or two. As I worry about the content of my next blog post, they are worried about what to feed their children or themselves. It took me a while to learn that I can not rescue everyone – an affliction my husband and I seem to share – so we do what we can to help. I just don’t feel like it is ever enough.
Okay, I’ll stop with the depressing talk, turning back toward my usual more upbeat self, hoping that you enjoyed your coffee, and I will bid you farewell with a blessing of prosperity and happiness, hoping that you and your loved ones will always have what you need, and wishing that you would share with those who do not.
Blessings!
P.S. Please check out all of the other wonderful people who write as a part of the “Weekend Coffee Share”. Give them some love!
“The Long Road Home” – A Flash Fiction
“The Long Road Home” by Avalon Media available here:
http://shrsl.com/?~8swh
Despite numerous diversions, I had followed through on my plans to make the trip to Santa Fe.
No matter what the Universe threw at me, I was determined to follow through, after all, I had made the promise to stand by my sisters side on her special day, even though I loathed weddings and knew it would mean I would have to encounter slimy old Uncle Thomas.
None of that mattered, nothing did, because I was happy for her, more importantly for the first time in her life, she was happy.
Diversions or not, I had to go in a hurry, and took a wrong turn that would end my life.
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015
This post was inspired by this weeks prompt “Diversions” by Lillie McFerrin. The above image “The Long Road Home” is available on RedBubble here.
Depression – A Haiku
beautiful morning,
I fear its possibility
another dream gone
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015
The Liar – A Haiku
Image “About Birdsong” by Jay Taylor http://shrsl.com/?~7iae
frustrations arise
tangled web of well-placed lies
harsh truth uncovered
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015
(Disclaimer: The above image “About Birdsong” is by artist Jay Taylor, and is available at RedBubble, of which I am an affiliate, supporting independent artist in reaching a wider audience, thank you)
Darkness – A Tanka Poem
The sound of your voice
echoing through the darkness
is breaking my heart
while I, face wet with tears
am cowering in silence
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014
Lost In Depression – A Haiku
a deep void reaches
the darkness hidden within
sorrow overwhelms
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014
The Abuser
keys rattle the door
my deepest fears has arrived
no safe place to hide
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014
Hold On
Hold On
short, stolen moments
last forever in my heart
I’m longing for you
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014
This post was inspired by today’s daily prompt, asking us the following:
If you could slow down an action that usually zooms by, or speed up an event that normally drags on, which would you choose, and why?
Broken
Broken
The darkest night of his life started at his fridge, one lonely beer waiting for him, one he should never have.
In that moment of choice, one last moment of clarity he thought to call his Sponsor, but he had no more words left.
Tears, dried up, heart-broken, the loss and despair where too great to handle. All he wanted to do was to stop the feelings, better yet, to never feel again. And in order to complete that mission, he knew alcohol was his best ally.
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014
This post was inspired by the Daily Prompt, which asked us to write anything, as long as it contained the words: dark, fridge, and tears.
I chose to write a Five Sentence Flash Fiction, as this is the type of Flash Fiction, I am currently focused on.
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