Tag: freedom

• Friday Jan 6

  I smell the tempest I was tossed once, knowing salt Now I crave quiet

  G. Pearson

  January 6, 2023

  Writing

  America, anxiety, creative nonfiction, daily writing, escapism, freedom, haiku, insurrection, January 6, life lessons, Micro Poetry, peace, pearsonpivot, Poetry, quiet, short story, storm, storm the capitol, tempest, terrorism, Writing

• When I Was Given Lemons

  Let lemons harden. Sour will remain in tact. Turned to ornaments.

  G. Pearson

  November 28, 2022

  Writing

  daily writing, food poetry, food writing, freedom, haiku, lemonade, lemons, Micro Poetry, mood progression, pain, pearsonpivot, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, time, Writing

• Cracking Up

  I was out of breath A snot bubble popped out too Real tears of laughter

  G. Pearson

  November 21, 2022

  Writing

  comedy, Daily Poetry, daily writing, freedom, funny, haiku, laughter, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, tears, tragedy, Writing

• Mind Open to Being Closed

  High Paranoia. Once neighbor, now judge—witness. One by one, doors slam.

  G. Pearson

  October 13, 2022

  Writing

  anxiety, Arizona, Censorship, Christianity, covid, end-times, escapism, faith, fear, Fiction, freedom, haiku, hell, loneliness, poem, Poetry, psychology, relationships, social distance, stress, Writing

• Can You Release?

  Can you release me? Can you let me loose to fall? No life in a cage.

  G. Pearson

  September 12, 2022

  Writing

  anxiety, caged bird, capture, creative nonfiction, daily writing, fear, Fiction, freedom, haiku, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, Writing

• Bite Me, Bite Me

  Understand your role ‘Work harder’ so my mind says Adjust attitude(s)

  G. Pearson

  August 31, 2022

  Writing

  attitude, attitude adjustment, bite me, biting, Daily Poetry, daily writing, danger, escapism, Fiction, freedom, haiku, lanes, life and death, life lessons, Micro Poetry, pleasure, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, role, romance, service, short story, temptation, Writing

• No Water, Just Blood

  Trapped! You are my cage Banging on your bars, palms bleed No water, just blood

  G. Pearson

  February 10, 2022

  Writing

  Christian writing, daily writing, escapism, freedom, haiku, personal space, Poetry, prisoner, short story, trapped