A Defensive Dinner

Eating violet
Spiked globes of thistle, a
Defensive dinner

I wrote this haiku tonight to go with this photo of purple artichokes that I brought home in February. I don’t know why Ive waited so long been to write about this pretty picture. A delayed but delightful pairing?

This post is the ninth in what I hope to be a series of 30 posts in honor of NaBloPoMo.

Thought Spinning

My thoughts are spinning. Each with emotional images swirling, overlapping, and fracturing. I blink and exhale. My mind begins to pace my breath. My breath slows, my thoughts calm.

Tonight, I created this image using Silk Paints while thinking about the cycle of life and the promp: “Why am I doing the things I am doing right now?” This post is the eighth in what I hope to be a series of 30 posts in honor of NaBloPoMo.

Special thanks to Eliza David Lady Writer, for sharing her writing prompts for NaBloPoMo. See her list of 30 prompts at http://elizadavid.com/nablopomo2020/.

Doing the Right Thing

Doing the right thing
Matters--Count all the votes!
Shouldn't be so hard
Silver State

© 2020 Steph Abbott. All rights reserved. On Wednesday, November 4, 2020, I created this image while binge watching The West Wing. This is the fourth in what I hope to be a series of 30 posts in honor of NaBloPoMo.

Special thanks to Eliza David Lady Writer, for sharing her writing prompts for NaBloPoMo. The prompt for Day 4: “What if everything is as it should be? How would that make me feel?” See her list of 30 prompts at http://elizadavid.com/nablopomo2020/.

Hopeful to the End

Looking for flowers
She stepped, skipped, and lept
Hopeful to the end

© 2020 Steph Abbott. All rights reserved. On Tuesday, November 3, 2020, I created this image using ArtRage and wrote this haiku while binge watching The West Wing. This is the third in what I hope to be a series of 30 posts in honor of NaBloPoMo.

For at least a few posts this month, I’m following writing prompts for NaBloPoMo. The prompt for Day 3 was “How would I like people to remember me when I am no longer here?” See this and other prompts at http://elizadavid.com/nablopomo2020/.

Existential Hope

I hope today isn't my last day, because I want to see when "us" realize that we are "them" too.
Cosmicswirl by Steph Abbott.

© 2020 Steph Abbott. All rights reserved. On Monday, November 2, 2020, I created this image using Silk Paints and wrote this open verse while binge watching The West Wing. This is the second in what I hope to be a series of 30 posts in honor of NaBloPoMo.

Specialthanks to Eliza David Lady Writer, for sharing her writing prompts for NaBloPoMo. The prompt for Day 2: “If this was my last day, would I be satisfied with my life?” See her list of 30 prompts at http://elizadavid.com/nablopomo2020/.

Surreal Agave

Squatting in rosettes
She prickles on surreal land
A scape to bloom bright
Surreal agave by Steph Abbott.

© 2020 Steph Abbott. All rights reserved. On Sunday, November 1, 2020, I created this image using Artrage and wrote this haiku in anxious anticipation of the general election. This is the first in what I hope to be a series of 30 posts in honor of NaBloPoMo.

Morning Fowl

After last night’s hen party, I felt a bit peckish. I scrambled for something to eat, and found a single egg laying in the carton. Before the rancid yolk hit the sizzling surface, I cringed from the foul smell. Turns out, my simple task wasn’t going to be over easy.

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About this post: I am creating something everyday this month. For Day 9, I fear I may have ran a foul of the writing prompt: “What is your favorite weekend breakfast and why? Tell us a bit about the memories you have associate with it. And maybe share a recipe if you have one?” courtesy of Lis of the NaBloPoMo Revival group.

I confess this was not my favorite breakfast. But I just spent the day trading bad puns with good friends, poaching their ideas. Now, I fear I will have to eat crow.

©2018 Stephanie Abbott. All rights reserved.