Monday Haiku 

Violent waves call me Thunder rolls, lightning cracks Bahamian storms.  ——— Monday morning blues Traffic interrupts travel Fine city living 

Writing Prompt

Write a scene: Rain transformed the narrow path into a stream of mud and dead leaves.  —————– Rain transformed the narrow path into a stream of mud and dead leaves. Cecelia’s damp body was pressed up against my back as we trudged through the dense vegetation. The surrounding viney apendages whipped past us leaving scratchesContinue reading “Writing Prompt”

Heard 

The parking lots are empty- the workplace deserted. Same holds true in my life- a void in my heart. But I find comfort in my loneliness, the same those do in crowds.  But I don’t need the deafening silence, for I am heard through everlasting words.  © October 2015 by Amber L Hoppa

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