Tan Renga Wednesday on Friday: Last Leaf

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a last leaf

swirls on the wind towards the east -

first snow falls gently

the falling snow is pleasant

the icy roads are not so

~Chèvrefeuille & cie~

notes

The Hokku stanza was written by Chevrefeuille. The Ageku was created by me. I do like the snow, but I hate driving on icy roads. I've had a couple incidents when doing so which left me with a bit of PTSD. I tend to tense up when I have to drive on icy roads, which makes doing so a bad idea.

I will try to catch up with the poems over the next few days. I was working on a short story for blog.reedsy.com. If you are looking for a short story contest with no entry fee, they have a weekly contest here. Go to the apps section of the page and choose "story prompt."

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I believe I may have had another TIA. There always tends to be a cognitive shift when one of these happens. It's hard to explain. It isn't as if I'm having short term memory issues (well, no worse than I ever did). It's simply that the WAY I think changes. At this point, I find myself needing to be a little more measured in my output. I get tired very easily. It's frustrating because although I've never been a Type A personality by any means, I've always been very productive.

I know that I'm vulnerable to vascular problems because of my diabetes. Well, I'm perfectly happy to keep my blood sugars in check, which I can do if I have, you know, ADEQUATE INSULIN! Which my health care provider and Medicaid seem to be conspiring not to provide me. Going without insulin for weeks at a time is, I don't know, a bad thing when you're diabetic. 

The elite devils in charge of things don't care about that, though. They want the poor and the handicapped dead. Of course, then they won't have anyone to do the menial jobs that they revile, but I wouldn't give them too much credit for being smart.

Yeah, I said "handicapped" instead of the more politically correct "disabled." I honestly don't see what the difference is. I can apply both to my own condition, and I don't find either one offensive. Sometimes people become so busy picking nits that they forget to work on the issues that really matter.

Carpe Diem New Beginnings: First Snow

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the first snow crept in

one windy October night

teeth biting through bone

~cie~

Heeding Haiku: First Snowfall

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outside my new home

the first snow begins to fall

melancholy hope

~Cie~

At First Light

First Light

You first came to me

At first light when the snow fell

Stay through the darkness

~Aurora~

Aurora's Notes:

Our team sometimes creates poems on behalf of our characters. These characters come from the work in progress "Fetch," a paranormal romance created by Team Netherworld member Rose LeMort.

This poem is written from the perspective of Pepper Baiij, a forty-seven year old spirit medium (specifically an empath and "spirit anchor"). While attempting to assist the fetch Gerry Clifford, she ends up falling in love with him and he with her.

A "fetch" is the apparition of a person whose body is still alive but is badly compromised, so they effectively function as a spirit.

Gerry first appeared to Pepper on the night that an arctic front moved in. He was badly frightened by a group of entities which operate as a unit and seem to be playing a waiting game, biding their time until Gerry's compromised brain reaches a certain state of deterioration, at which point he believes they intend to absorb the essence of his soul.

Pepper allowed Gerry to "anchor" himself to her so she could try to keep him safe, although she knew that by doing so she was risking a heartbreak of a kind she had sworn she would never allow herself to feel again.

The next day when Pepper woke up, she felt Gerry beside her. It was a day of sub-freezing temperatures and snow. Pepper needed to drive to her son's house and Gerry came with her. He became convinced that he and Pepper were both spirits in some area of hell, but that they could help each other. In working to try and comfort Gerry and help him see that he is not in an actual hell, she finds herself falling quickly and deeply in love with him and hoping that he will stay with her.

Cross-posted to:

Fetch

Poetry of the Netherworld

30 Days of Haiga 2014: Day 14

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Verse:

Opal Zushaquon

Photoshop Manipulation:

Cie Cheesemeister