Love Drowning

Is it possible to drown in rain,
to lift your face toward the clouds,
mouth agape, let the droplets
puddle, flood your lungs?
Your love will be the death of me—
already I’m sinking in rising waters.

—Nortina

Play Suspended

Tennis paused — players
exit heavy clay. Rain falls in
northern France — again.

—Nortina


frapalymo#frapalymo (the German version of NaPoWriMo) is hosted by FrauPaulchen and translated from German into English by Bee at Just Fooling Around With Bee. Today’s prompt is: “write an acrostic with ten”

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(Photo: Alastair Grant, AP)

 

I write this haiku as I wait for tennis to resume from yet another rain delay at the French Open. Will they ever get a roof over Court Philippe Chatrier? 😥

Drought

Our water is manmade
They dig mile-wide
ditches with shovels,
fill it with rain.

Land-locked town
sinks in torrential
downpour. Porous
soil, water flow in

and out, floods
surrounding rivers
that quench thirsty
cities nearby.

—Nortina


frapalymo#frapalymo (the German version of NaPoWriMo) is hosted by FrauPaulchen and translated from German into English by Bee at Just Fooling Around With Bee. Catching up on yesterday’s prompt, which was: “a river poem.”

Stoned Soliloquy

Rain never falls straight down. There’s always a gust of wind slanting it eastward, rendering the umbrella useless and blurring my vision as tiny water droplets fill my spectacles. I wish I could wear contacts, but my eyes pick up this incessant need to blink whenever something comes too close— fingers, eye drops, corrective lenses. Eye doctor visits are dreadful. Must he shine that light so brightly in my eyes just to see the back of them? And what is up with that eye pressure device? You could gouge someone’s eyeballs out with that thing! No thank you! I’d rather have glaucoma. At least then I’d have a medical excuse for the bud I smoked this morning, though maybe not the proper paperwork. Have you ever noticed that some of your best ideas come when you’re high? I’m actually thinking about inventing windshield wipers for glasses. I’d call them . . . FrameWipes! Better trademark that. Wouldn’t want some straight-faced, sober CEO with a six-figure salary and no creativity to back it up stealing my idea.

word count: 173

—Nortina


Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly challenge where you write a story in 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) using the provided photo prompt as inspiration.

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Summer Showers – English #frapalymo #haiku

Love Haiku #6

Summer showers bring
wet hugs and electrified
kisses, thundering

under cloudy skies,
dancing, splashing in puddles
of mud and water.

—Nortina


This poem is written as part of #frapalymo which Bee will be translating into English for us at The Bee Writes…  frapalymoToday’s prompt is “write a haiku.”

No Holds Barred Poetry Writing Challenge: Day 15

Love Haiku #3

Rain pelts my forehead
as I raise my head skyward
and you kiss my neck.

Nortina

Photo by Oli Scarff/Getty Images
Photo by Oli Scarff/Getty Images