Inspired by Reena’s Xploration Challenge #304 – The Beauty of Chaos &
Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Either Or
make a choice
stay stuck or move forward
either or
but remember
the beauty of chaos experienced
lies in your determination
to overcome it
Inspired by Reena’s Xploration Challenge #304 – The Beauty of Chaos &
Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Either Or
make a choice
stay stuck or move forward
either or
but remember
the beauty of chaos experienced
lies in your determination
to overcome it
Inspired by Reena’s Xploration Challenge #286 & Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Deserving
sunshine interrupts rain
and the world gets brighter
accidents threaten well-being
teaching us valuable lessons
friendships go off track
allowing us to find the right ones
the cycles of nature
bring us beauty and havoc
lovers once committed
shed us for new horizons
life is a basket of variables
deserving of discernment
next steps are crucial
our existence depends on it
otherwise, what is the alternative?
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #284 & Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Horizon
She’d forgiven everyone and emptied her home of all that gave it meaning.
She looked to the horizon, imagining a new life.
It would better, she told herself.
Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Forbidden & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #252
no path is forbidden
yet life choices
produce behaviors
affect outcomes
choose wisely
Pressure
she sits on the sea’s floor
shaped by the world
above it–changed forever.
the workers of ancient
tongues sift through
her words, chanting
their dismissals.
the pressure from centuries
ago labels her again
and again.
is this the chosen path
home or not?
The Brave Girl Knoweth Not
enchanting winds sway
over the clandestine clouds
she speaks of hard times
the chosen few laugh
behind her back, valleys shift
to the hills of life
brave girl knoweth not
of love or impending storms
she prepares for pain
Good Dog
good dog sleeps alone
savors the sunlight of morn
drifting into dreams
human loves her more each day
Mother Nature gifts them peace
Winter Knocks But Isn’t Allowed Entry
Temperatures tank throughout
the day, mimicking winter blues.
We shuffle along in life, wrapping
our bodies in extra clothing.
We are layered for bitter chill,
the calm of every storm spits
in our direction–we war
our way through the hell of it.
A long walk lends frostbite to
the limbs–we shake ourselves
into warmth–turn the thermostat
up, shoot fire into the bones.
Winter knocks. It is premature.
We howl at its presence–fangs
sharp enough to slice through
hardened flesh.
We are not ready. We are not ready.
Forgotten Words
We aren’t the warriors
of the past. We have
different methods–different ways,
but we still work words
the way the ancestors intended.
What we say can
be misconstrued, but what we
mean, never is.
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A North Carolina writer, Tremaine L. Loadholt has been published in literary journals, anthologies, and magazines, and published three poetry books: Pinwheels and Hula Hoops, Dusting for Fingerprints, and A New Kind of Down. Her artistic expressions are at A Cornered Gurl and Medium. This is Tremaine’s first feature on The Short of It.
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with tumult laying siege
the agitation taking hold
our vulnerability appears
sink or swim?
if only getting to the other side
was as easy as stepping over the jagged rocks
into a picture frame of natural perfection
happiness and grace seem utterly within reach
fostering desires of leaving behind what’s pulling us back
with concerted efforts we move ourselves forward to a better place
while our surroundings may be deceiving us
intention towards fulfillment is not
being travellers towards our destiny brings the fortune we are deserving of
the world wants one-liners
to solve sentences long problems
never understanding
quick fixes and bandaids
on mortal wounds
is what got us here