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Field Trip
Stella had never been on a field trip before. Nothing fun like that ever happened at P.S. 103. Most days Stella’s school tablet sat untouched on her desk as she stared out the window, watching the usual red dust tumble over the horizon. But as she walked into class, she noticed a strange lady standing where Ms. Juno was supposed to be. This lady had a tight smile and looked funny. Not ugly or anything. Just too fancy for a Martian school in the boonies. More like a Starship Lady.
Somewhere, out there, the Starship Colonies are living it up, her mother would say during dinner. Once they find a patch of heaven, they’ll sett
Literature
Social Demise
On the horizon is the imminent retardation of your country or nation
Because everyone is glued to the tv, their phone, or can't turn of their Playstation
They call it fun and "social" interaction
But it's only an addiction to distraction, for endless shortlived satisfaction
When someone gets hurt or dies, people whip out their phone, not to call in the emergency
But only for their warped sence of urgency
To "share" what they see instead of helping those in need
Yes, people are so very social indeed...
Put it on Facebook, tweet it away
But in that social disarray, haven't they just given their humanity away?
The magical "social" place that is
Literature
The Gardener
i bloomed and blossomed at your touch
and waited patiently to be plucked:
lay among daisies in fields
danced between roses in gardens
swayed with jasmine in courtyards,
never once questioning whether i belonged
for i knew the only place i wanted to be
was on your windowsill for the world to see.
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An entry for the Haiku Club 2015 January Renga Tree. My response to Moon Shards by TwilightPoetess.
Feel free to write a response if this inspires you!
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Here is my response to your haiku:
Renga tree - Outshouting the stormtracks criss-cross
windy mid-winter dusting
he calls our cat to dinner