Photography Simon Folkard

His skin white as milk.
With one short, swift, smooth movement,

Parting flesh coloring red
unfolding like a flower.
Holding tight the knife
feeling his warm skin unfold
he sighed only once.

A flash of regret
she watched how his blood trails joined
for the dance of death.

*a haiku-tanka-haiku poem for #Bloganuary

Living boldly

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on

Today’s writing assignment for #Bloganuary calls for a poem made of two tankas and a haiku.


Today’s writing prompt
Living boldly, what is that?
Living with purpose?
Confidently go your way?
Where noone has gone before?

Fear less, embrace change
and cherish diversity.
Start with inclusion.

Your goal is not mine.
Respect my definitions.
Let me be myself.
When we all collaborate…
Now, there is a bold notion!

Rod Stewart


Before he sings his songs

he warms up with the classics

like ‘Beyond the Sea.’

The American Songbook

shows all his vocal talents.


And ‘As Time Goes By’

and I hear ‘My Foolish Heart’

I slip into gear

and sing ‘That Old Black Magic’

with a big ‘Smile’ on my face!


*Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge #346


Along the river
where she loved to walk and swim
where she lost her life.
Along the river she rests.
Her grave is a simple stone.

Along the river
where we walk when we visit
where we think of her.
Along the river we watch
as the sun rises again.