just missed my train

sometimes.. just missing your train is a good thing
smiling faces,
hints of release and relief are in the air,
when the doors open,
there’s space
room to movephoto

have a seat
smile at a stranger
pretend the world’s alright



‘silk –  fine threads of fibre often woven into cocoons for protection by silkworms.   
 luxurious, resilient and, extremely strong’.

love, a precious strand of silk, weaves through our lives binding hearts together

vulnerable, in the shadow if it’s strength,
we strive to keep it weaving all the time.


Cheer & Call – Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge

did you heed your call
respond with a loving cheer
or hide your life away


Ronavan Writes