VIGNETTTE December 1987I sat on the cream-colored sofa and slowly slid my 8-year old body to the edge. Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Suite played in the background as the crackling fire masked the sound of my internal excitement. It was an ice-covered, Oklahoma Christmas morning, and we had opened all the usual presents. The things we needed—socks…… Continue reading Christmas Morning Memories
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A Haiku: Flooding
Memories floodingmy mind; remembering youa piece of me gone-akw-(Part of the Watercolor & Words Series) — Haiku Prints available on Society6 by clicking here.©2020 Angel K Will | InstagramPhoto
A Haiku: Sway
Dance with me, slowly Take my hand in yours, and sway To the memories -akw- (Part of the Watercolor and Words Series) — Haiku Prints available on Society6Link by clicking here. ©2019 Angel K Will | Instagram • Facebook • Twitter Photo by 7 SeTH on Unsplash.
A Haiku: Writings
Writings on my heart Memories from yesterday Dreams for tomorrow -akw- (Part of the Watercolor and Words Series) — Haiku Prints available on Society6Link by clicking here. ©2019 Angel K Will | Instagram • Facebook • Twitter Photo by Suzy Hazelwood on Pexels.
Unravel
I close my eyes to feel your hand Press against my cheek The taste of your sweet kiss Making my body weak Knowing you’re out there But not with me I’m unraveling In constant misery Forbidden, true But only time shall see I choose a delusion To comfort me You hold my heart You always…… Continue reading Unravel
When you lose someone you love…
As you sit in the darkness let your tears stream down your face let your anger burst forth and release it and cling to the glimmer cling to the glimmer of light for it is your hope As you wait in the darkness let time pass by grieve for how your life will be different…… Continue reading When you lose someone you love…
My poppa, the bus driver
“…at his last stop everybody gets off before he drives the bus over the bridge [back into the city] where the bus is parked overnight. As he’s pulling the bus up to the last stop, he tells the people on the bus to give him their problems. He tells them he knows that life is…… Continue reading My poppa, the bus driver
