tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21707569003522210142024-03-14T05:50:51.839-04:00Rambles in WritingMijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-30101319991324693332013-11-22T15:49:00.001-05:002013-11-22T15:50:11.330-05:00To Be or Not To Be<div class="MsoNormal">
I’d been so careful. I had planned <i>everything</i>. Meticulous
lists were made, with every item crossed off. I plotted backstories, kept a misleading
diary, did <i>everything</i> right. I thought. But it seems you really can’t plan for
<i>everything</i> when you’re staging your own tragic death. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It came as quite a shock when I actually died.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This is a story told in 55 words for <a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/" style="color: #75262a;">G-man</a>.</span></i></div>
Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-38055122952296798892013-10-18T23:48:00.000-04:002013-10-18T23:50:05.571-04:00Worry<div class="MsoNormal">
"I have no doubt, in a few years you’ll look at your amazing
life and wonder how you got there."<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Maybe, but what am I supposed to do in the meantime?"<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Read, learn, exercise. The days will fly by. No worries."<o:p></o:p></div>
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But as the door shut and she was alone in her cell, she
worried.<br />
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<o:p></o:p><br />
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<i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This is a story told in 55 words for <a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/" style="color: #75262a;">G-man</a>.</span></i><br />
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Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-79451534800705314062013-09-19T10:23:00.001-04:002013-09-19T10:24:30.714-04:00Too Soon<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<a href="http://maxwholenessblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Rays-of-light.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://maxwholenessblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Rays-of-light.jpg" width="200" /></a>“<span style="font-size: medium;">I feel faint,” was
all she said. He rushed over to where she sat on the couch to help
her, as he had done every time she needed him since she'd lost the
use of her legs. He laid her down and then, as she lay in his arms,
she took her last breath.</span><br />
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<i style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This is a story told in 55 words for <a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/" style="color: #75262a; text-decoration: initial;">G-man</a>.</span></i></div>
Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-55273033222154195332013-05-15T14:30:00.003-04:002013-05-15T14:30:58.134-04:00ChinookBlowing gentle warmth<br />
Comforting, welcome reprieve<br />
From frosty winter <br />
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Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-51259030697045554532013-05-10T15:39:00.001-04:002013-05-10T15:39:09.327-04:00Shattered<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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He always kept his anger hidden –
until he couldn't. Then it would explode with undeniable force. Last
time his wrath fell upon the furniture, and the only injuries were to
the wall, the books and a shattered heart-shaped glass box. If my own
heart were made of glass, it would have shattered long ago.</div>
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<i style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This is a story told in 55 words for <a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/" style="color: #75262a; text-decoration: initial;">G-man</a>.</span></i></div>
Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-58476702779368052232013-05-08T11:41:00.003-04:002013-05-08T11:42:57.773-04:00StormSwirling, tumbling clouds.<br />
Rain pours down as wind bellows.<br />
Thunder booms. Lights out. <br />
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Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-74253466720249165152013-02-22T15:41:00.001-05:002013-02-22T15:41:33.679-05:00Medicated<br />
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<a href="http://www.panic-and-agoraphobia.com/images/pills.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://www.panic-and-agoraphobia.com/images/pills.jpg" width="200" /></a>That sort of all-encompassing bliss
doesn't come along often or last very long so I was determined to
enjoy every second of it. I wasn't medicated very much or very long,
but it was enough to notice a difference when I stopped. Emotions are
much more tangible again. I hope the doctors don't find out...</div>
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<i style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This is a story told in 55 words for <a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/" style="color: #75262a; text-decoration: initial;">G-man</a>.</span></i></div>
Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-58546636721717773092013-02-20T22:01:00.002-05:002013-02-20T22:01:46.361-05:00Alternatives<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yes. No. Maybe so.<br />
Many choices to be made<br />
and paths to follow.<br />
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<br />Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-29346484200450108732012-10-24T13:46:00.001-04:002012-10-24T13:46:25.807-04:00PressureI feel it building...<br />
If I'm not careful I'll crack<br />
Breathe and take it slow<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This was written for <a href="http://youknowthatblog.com/">Sensational Haiku Wednesdays</a></span></i> Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-2876219614014891652012-10-10T09:31:00.003-04:002012-10-10T10:53:12.752-04:00FreshStarting fresh (again) <br />
in a new house and new town.<br />
Some things never change.<br />
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Morning dew glistens</div>
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Reminding me: a new day</div>
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a fresh beginning.<br />
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Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-79912819387953852802012-09-15T00:06:00.000-04:002012-09-15T00:14:47.138-04:00The 3:15 Experiment 2012<span style="font-size: small;">The following pieces were written as part of <a href="http://www.315experiment.com/">The 3:15 Experiment</a> (2012). The number represents the date it was written.</span> <br />
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3.<br />
<br />
Raw with beauty<br />
she tripped,<br />
staggering down the path<br />
of broken dreams.<br />
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4.<br />
<br />
On a long lonely road walked a girl. She passed the pub - full of light, warmth and hospitality but did not go in.<br />
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Sadness consumed her.<br />
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5.<br />
<br />
Beauty & pain<br />
collide<br />
in neverending astonishment<br />
holding out hope<br />
for a world<br />
filled with love<br />
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6. (Still awake. Packing. Moving tomorrow.)<br />
<br />
Freshness envelopes me<br />
the promise of a new beginning<br />
tantalizing me<br />
hope wakes within me<br />
the promise of a new beginning<br />
burdens me<br />
fears quake around me<br />
the promise of a new beginning<br />
is me<br />
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7.<br />
<br />
Lessons learned<br />
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8.<br />
<br />
lightening burst forth<br />
a colourful rainbow<br />
of<br />
magnificence.<br />
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10.<br />
<br />
The cat waited in the shadows, purring softly, waiting for the right moment to pounce, strike - leaving nothing. <br />
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11.<br />
<br />
And she leapt forth drinking in her surroundings. Never had she seen such beauty. But then, fear does make all your senses more available. Always the fear of loss makes a thing so much more appealing.<br />
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13.<br />
<br />
Her body longed for his<br />
touch<br />
wanting, needing<br />
building.<br />
Loving.<br />
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14.<br />
<br />
insects beneath the floorboards [chand]<br />
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20.<br />
<br />
The incandescent glow<br />
of the afterlife<br />
soothes me<br />
embodies me<br />
fills me<br />
with longing and despair.<br />
A new hope is needed.<br />
Carry On.<br />
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21.<br />
<br />
molton rock<br />
bleeding from the<br />
earth's surface<br />
nowhere to run<br />
nowhere to hide<br />
only assimilation<br />
will make it amenable<br />
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22.<br />
<br />
listlessly, she floated<br />
the water lapping delicately<br />
at her feet.<br />
She looked up into the bright sun<br />
surrounded by water<br />
How can she get to shore<br />
if she can't swim?<br />
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23.<br />
<br />
I carry my voice<br />
to the sun<br />
Goddess? I whisper<br />
but there is nothing<br />
I must maintain my vigil<br />
waiting for the Goddess<br />
of Light<br />
to deem me worthy<br />
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24.<br />
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darkness<br />
awash in terror<br />
where flies the night<br />
into what void meaning?<br />
banish the darkness<br />
fill my void with light<br />
and meaning.<br />
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25.<br />
<br />
stray cat<br />
voice box<br />
purple box<br />
<br />
earwig<br />
manilla folder<br />
candle holder<br />
<br />
circumvention<br />
aspect ratio<br />
fellatio<br />
<br />
polar bears<br />
fallen logs<br />
muddy hogs<br />
<br />
simple thoughts<br />
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26.<br />
<br />
snow sweeps gently<br />
downhill<br />
as she walks<br />
her eyes sting in the cold<br />
& it's hard to breathe<br />
her eyelashes are frozen<br />
just like his heart.<br />
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27.<br />
<br />
when morning comes<br />
and the skies have changed their hue<br />
look for me in the night sky<br />
and I will look for you<br />
<br />
Across the skies, between the stars<br />
my love envelops all<br />
it travels forth in dark or light<br />
past the confines of these walls.<br />
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29.<br />
<br />
creativity's gentle caress<br />
lands on my shoulder<br />
when will they see me?<br />
when will the [illegible] (c)over?<br />
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31.<br />
<br />
Thoughts & feelings<br />
shared<br />
unconditional love<br />
deep & true <br />
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<br />
<br />Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-10260823966382494022012-08-03T12:04:00.000-04:002012-08-03T12:04:03.173-04:00Star Light, Star Bright<br />
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The stars twinkled around her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To pass the time, she tried to identify the constellations
out the window: Cassiopeia, Perseus, Andromeda.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>If they would turn just a little bit to starboard, she could see
Jupiter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead, they turned to port
and the space station loomed up, blocking her view of the stars.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Home at last!</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This is a story told in 55 words for <a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/">G-man</a>.</span></i></span> </div>Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-54373238442714053332012-07-25T13:16:00.002-04:002012-07-25T13:16:32.672-04:00MiddleBetween here and there<br />
Saying goodbye and hello<br />
Can't wait to get through<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This was written for <a href="http://youknowthatblog.com/">Sensational Haiku Wednesdays</a></span></i> <br />
<br />Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-69744035637285675702012-07-18T11:13:00.000-04:002012-07-18T11:13:52.909-04:00BoredomSummer vacation<br />
Children are bored but not Mom<br />
Way too much to do<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This was written for <a href="http://youknowthatblog.com/">Sensational Haiku Wednesdays</a></span></i>Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-23359019988305006072012-06-27T09:34:00.001-04:002012-06-27T09:34:52.093-04:00Confidence<br />
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Doing what you love</div>
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builds confidence and self worth</div>
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It's good for the soul</div>
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This was written for <a href="http://youknowthatblog.com/">Sensational Haiku Wednesdays</a></span></i></div>Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-51464156755825572972012-06-20T14:08:00.001-04:002012-06-20T14:32:29.110-04:00Postcard<div style="text-align: center;">
Beautiful snapshots</div>
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and scribbled impressions - but</div>
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only the best parts</div>
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To: my dearest love<br />
Wish you were here. I miss you.<br />
From: your darling one</div>
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Chaos, fear, anger</div>
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too many troubles to count</div>
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overwhelming stress</div>
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Her heart fluttered as</div>
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he looked into her eyes and</div>
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whispered "I love you"</div>
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Reality sucks</div>
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I'd rather be daydreaming</div>
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thinking pleasant thoughts</div>
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This was written for <a href="http://youknowthatblog.com/">Sensational Haiku Wednesdays</a></span></i></div>Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-34232837533400992162012-06-06T11:29:00.001-04:002012-06-13T10:53:03.474-04:00UniversalSometimes being there<br />
is the best thing you can do<br />
to show that you care.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This was written for <a href="http://youknowthatblog.com/">Sensational Haiku Wednesdays</a></span></i>Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-40748441114300963532012-06-03T22:11:00.000-04:002012-06-19T13:32:11.898-04:00KissThey'd been friends for a while, but more by chance than by choice. Her friends, his friends -- they all hung out together. She noticed they had a similar sense of humour. He noticed they had similar interests. Sometimes they would talk - which was always nice - but usually they'd just steal glances at each other. They always had fun together, but always in the safety of the group.<br />
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Every now and then, when she was alone, she would think about him. She would wonder what it would be like to be alone with him. Or... hug him. Or... maybe kiss him. Or... maybe kiss anyone the way she imagined a kiss should feel like. She'd watched movies, read books and had a good imagination, but had never experienced anything thus far in her life that would make her think that the perfect imaginary kiss might actually exist in real life.<br />
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Eventually, summer vacation arrived and everyone went their separate ways to spend time with their families on holidays. Some went far away, some went to exotic locations, some went on road trips and some stayed close to home. It was weeks later, close to the end of summer, that everyone returned and she invited a few friends over.<br />
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He arrived first. They were alone. Suddenly they both realized how much they'd missed each other. She stepped toward him as he reached for her and they hugged. The hug lasted a long time. Even when she let go, they remained close. She looked up into his eyes and she knew this was it. Everything happened in slow-motion, just like in the movies. He bent down slightly, she closed her eyes and their lips met.<br />
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It was perfect.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>This was written for Mostly Fiction Monday. What's that, you ask? It's a little something <a href="http://strangerupstairs.blogspot.com/">Stranger</a> and <a href="http://promiseorthreat.blogspot.com/">Me</a> cooked up. You can find the story <a href="http://www.promiseorthreat.blogspot.com/2012/01/ready-to-start.html"><span style="color: #3778cd;">here</span></a>. Today's post was inspired by the prompt </i><b>Kiss.</b></span> </div>
<br />Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-44447751100723632052012-05-23T08:23:00.000-04:002012-06-13T10:52:39.509-04:00Driftdrifting: dark, hopeless<br />
waiting, immobile, afraid<br />
will it ever end?<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This was written for <a href="http://youknowthatblog.com/">Sensational Haiku Wednesdays</a></span></i>Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-29874917266576454412012-05-16T08:47:00.000-04:002012-05-16T08:48:12.590-04:00Fire<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Red embers beneath</div>
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flames of blue and gold. White hot.</div>
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Like my love for you.</div>
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This was written for <a href="http://youknowthatblog.com/">Sensational Haiku Wednesdays</a></span></i></div>Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-21863067644832522542012-05-09T08:47:00.000-04:002012-05-12T09:54:46.833-04:00Landscape<div style="text-align: center;">
Rocky mountain peaks,</div>
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ocean waves, evergreen trees:</div>
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landscape of my youth.</div>
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This was written for <a href="http://youknowthatblog.com/">Sensational Haiku Wednesdays</a></span></i>Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-49887263360066545902012-05-02T09:32:00.000-04:002012-05-02T09:32:14.133-04:00Springbeautiful colours<br />
lush, vibrant vitality<br />
fresh new beginnings<br />
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Beltane fires burn and</div>
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girls with flower garlands dance</div>
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in celebration</div>
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This was written for <a href="http://youknowthatblog.com/">Sensational Haiku Wednesdays</a></span></i>Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-73280026602669784912012-04-25T08:36:00.000-04:002012-04-25T08:37:01.256-04:00Conversation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Pig Latin, Morse Code</div>
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Secret Language, a la Mode</div>
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Text, Chat, Skype. Just talk.</div>
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<i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This was written for <a href="http://youknowthatblog.com/">Sensational Haiku Wednesdays</a></span></i>Mijayamihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01282483030077395536noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2170756900352221014.post-56550474296325589552012-04-23T09:37:00.000-04:002012-04-23T21:12:30.702-04:00Childhood"Come on! Come on! Let's go, let's go, let's go!"<br />
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Clara was excited about the day and couldn't understand why the rest of her family wasn't. Or if they were, then they were excited in slow motion. She'd been up since before dawn and the morning had been an excruciating exercise in patience as she waited for everyone else to get up, linger over breakfast and take their time getting ready for the day. Now everyone was finally organized and they were able to set off on their little adventure.<br />
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The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day. Even though it was still early, Clara could feel the warmth of the sun on her skin as they stepped outside and got into the car. They hadn't been in the car very long when Clara asked to roll down the windows. The sun was shining right on her and her bare legs were sweaty and sticking to the vinyl seats. Her dad didn't want the windows down while they were on the highway but he cracked open the little triangle window for ventilation and she did the next best thing: she rolled down her window and inch, took the short edge of her towel and shoved it in the crack then tried to hold it in place with one hand while she rolled the window back up with the other hand. It took about 10 minutes but she finally succeeded in blocking out the sun. The bonus was that the beach towel was long enough for her to sit on the end of it.<br />
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Peeking behind her innovative sun-block, Clara could see that they were just passing the mall and the A&W drive-in on the edge of town. A while later, they passed the signs to the little ferry, they passed through "In-and-Out" town (because you were out of it by the time you realized you were in it) and then drove along the shoreline. Why was it always low-tide when they drove this way? Clara hid her face in her towel, trying to filter out the stink of seaweed drying in the sun and whatever else it was that made that horrible smell. Then they passed the place with the goats on the roof and Clara knew that in a minute they would turn and head inland, away from the smelly beach. They were almost there!<br />
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"Can we get ice cream?!" Apparently not at ten o'clock in the morning, even on a hot summery day. But her parents promised they would stop later, on the way home. Clara knew that they would, that she wasn't just being placated, because not even her parents had the power to pass by the ultimate gas station ice cream store where you could get the biggest scoop of ice cream ever for just 25 cents. She, of course, would get licorice ice cream as she always did. It was black and looked disgusting (or so she was told) but it was, to her, a scoop of heaven on a cone.<br />
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All of a sudden, the car stopped. Lost in her ice cream daydream, she hadn't even noticed that they had reached their destination. She jumped out of the car as quick as she could, after untangling herself from the towel. Then she paused, took a deep breath, and looked up into the canopy of giant, ancient, moss-covered douglas fir trees. It made her dizzy to watch the trees sway that high up. As she walked with her family into the grove, the air grew moist and sounds were dampened. They tramped deeper into the woods along the trail and Clara knew that this was going to be a perfect day.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>This was written for Mostly Fiction Monday. What's that,
you ask? It's a little something <a href="http://strangerupstairs.blogspot.com/">Stranger</a> and <a href="http://promiseorthreat.blogspot.com/">Me</a> cooked up. You can find
the story <a href="http://www.promiseorthreat.blogspot.com/2012/01/ready-to-start.html"><span style="color: #3778cd;">here</span></a>. Today's post was inspired by the prompt </i><b>Childhood.</b></span> </div>
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