I may not be a corporate mogul
or President of a country.
I may not be blue-blooded royalty
or independently wealthy.
I may not be a prize fighter
or own a fast car.
But I do have the power
to change my own outlook
on the things in my life
that make me unhappy.
That makes of me
the most powerful being of all.

For the “powerful” prompt on Sunday Scribblings.

He is eager,
lured by her perfume,
until he realises
he is caught in her trap.

Photo by Stef.

teeth pop through purple
skin so sour cheeks pucker
they cut through sweet flesh
hidden yellow underneath
juice trickles from smiles down chins

More “juicy” haiku here.

And “The Secret of Wild Plums” here.

No sleep tonight.
Icy darkness brings with it packs of wolves.
My eyes will not shut as they pace below my window.
Hungry.

They hear the thumping within my ribcage and howl.
They wait patiently to devour me, tear me apart,
so that I might feel what it is like to die of fear,
plunging and breathless.

Little did they know I would not give in.
I will stare straight into their beady, green eyes without blinking
and tame them until they are nothing more than needy pups
napping on top of each other at sunrise.

“I honor the place in you in which the entire Universe dwells, I honor the place in you which is of Love, of Truth, of Light and of Peace, When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, we are One.”

sometimes the answer
to curing unhappiness
is just to let go

“How can I possibly sleep this moonlit evening? Come, my friends, let’s sing and dance all night long. Stretched out, tipsy, under the vast sky: splendid dreams beneath the cherry blossoms. Wild roses, plucked from fields full of croaking frogs: float them in your wine and enjoy every minute.”

–Ryokan

Though we never met
your clear blue eyes shine at me
from my infant’s face

For the “Grandparents” prompt at One Deep Breath.