Hi!

My name is Sondra Rose Marie.

I write haikus because I find them to be oddly challenging, perfect for capturing moments, and beautifully classic.

On Sundays, I celebrate other poets with Someone Else's Poem I Like Sunday posts.

Submissions (images, art, poetry) are love.

 

Farewell My Obsession, My Muse
I believed you couldinspire words my whole life. Butyou stir me no more.
___________________________________________________________________Tumblr knows where this photograph originated, but she’s not one to blog and tell. I wrote the haiku because my first muse—cause of so many passionate emotions!—now only drives me to feel apathy. 

Farewell My Obsession, My Muse

I believed you could
inspire words my whole life. But
you stir me no more.

___________________________________________________________________
Tumblr knows where this photograph originated, but she’s not one to blog and tell. I wrote the haiku because my first muse—cause of so many passionate emotions!—now only drives me to feel apathy. 

Bicoastal Baby
Her skin smelled of spicedocean water: salt, cloves, andsomething hot like sun.__________________________________________________________________
The amazingly detailed and nuanced photo is courtesy of Save-On-Crafts.Com’s online catalogue. The poem is all mine.

Bicoastal Baby

Her skin smelled of spiced
ocean water: salt, cloves, and
something hot like sun.
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The amazingly detailed and nuanced photo is courtesy of Save-On-Crafts.Com’s online catalogue. The poem is all mine.

Honestly
Whether or not I want her, I crave her when night falls and I’m alone.
_____________________________________________________________________Honestly? I wrote this poem. The photograph is one of the tumblerverse million.

Honestly

Whether or not I 
want her, I crave her when night 
falls and I’m alone.

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Honestly? I wrote this poem. The photograph is one of the tumblerverse million.

(Source: alwayssomuch)

What Lies Beneath

Life devotion to
'beauty standards' hides knowledge
of innate beauty.

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Once again, the reblogging culture of the tumblrverse conceals the artist responsible for this photograph. The poem is my own.