
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams fade
Life is a silent symphony
That cannot be played.
Copyright 2020 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams fade
Life is a silent symphony
That cannot be played.
Copyright 2020 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

All colors
should be free
to be,
to be as covered in glory
or as mired in earth
as needed,
or to stretch between the two,
bowing faces to roots or
lifting shining faces
in sunshine, Continue reading

Life thrives
whether we care for it
or not. Continue reading
At the suggestion of my friend Jules Paige, I am dipping a toe in the still waters of the haibun, an art form embodied by prose followed by a haiku. The prompt is by Ligo Haibun, and with a choice of two pictures, I chose call2read‘s, and here goes:
Bloom of Life
And so my life unfolded, petal by petal, each memory as silky as a dewy rose petal brushed against my cheek. Shivers of dreams, slivers of thorns, sparkle of moon and stars. As a child, just a bud protected by my thick green casing, I did not always understand adult things. I dreamt of traveling the world, finding friends, eating new foods, learning every day new things. Slowly, my green shield loosened and opened. The days seemed infinite, opening petal by petal. I traveled, I made friends, and I learned every day. Now the rose of my life is fully open to the sun, and summer’s heat has made my soul expand in all directions, drinking in light, energy and warmth from friends, places and memories.
Spark of life sustains,
Creativity expands
Peace, love, joy with friends.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham