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Dispel the Clouds

sun rays (Edited)

©Hélène Vaillant



Written in response to prompt:  This week, let’s focus on the elements of our lives that have helped us shine.


Cancer feasts upon my soul

Tears, denial, helpless schemes

Forlorn, unclothe, fingers poke

Countless eyes corroborate

Severed, scarred, noxious cocktail

Life’s meaning a death sentence

When clouds break, arduous climb


In the flames of fire, I left shyness burn to ashes

Held the hand of my self-worth

Ascended challenging mountain

Assumed leadership of my being

In the heart centre of life

Creativity, blessings reign supreme

Moment to moment polished in golden light


©Hélène Vaillant

Song Bird



Canadian Coin and Currency Barn Swallow




Written in response to Frank Tassone’s Prompt

#Haikai Challenge #78 (3/23/19): swallow (tsubame) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga —- This week, write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that states or references swallow (tsubame)



song bird enrapture

substantial boon conception

kitten pursuit tone

©Hélène Vaillant

Do They Have A Phone?




Written in response to prompt:  For the Haunted Wordsmith STORY STARTER CHALLENGE #22
Today’s sentence: “Do they have a phone?”

This story is fiction written for the prompt: Do they have a phone?


My Mother is getting her Christmas shopping list together. She calls to ask me:
“Do They Have A Phone?”
(Of course they have a phone).
“You gave them one last Christmas Mom, do you remember?”
(Which I passed on to the grand-kids)

The twins are now married and have their own families.
Mother only talks about the twins being children as they once were.
Her list is imaginary,   she will not know what to do with it by lunchtime.

In her mind she still lives back 25 years ago.
That’s when my father passed away, a loss she was never able to get beyond.

She often talks to us as if Dad is right there sitting beside her.
Maybe he is and she can see him.. At least I wish it for her.

Her next question:
“Do you think they have a phone where your father lives?”
I pause… then say,
“Mom, if Dad is sitting there right next do you, why would you need to reach him by phone?”
“Oh yes I do need to reach him by phone!” she says.
“Why is that Mom?”
“He always leaves here without his keys, see?”
(showing me the keys to the old house we sold 25 years ago).
“Mom why don’t you tell him that next time he comes?”
“OK, then, I’ll leave the keys right there where he sits.”

“But, you know daughter, your dad has stopped talking to me a few months ago.
He doesn’t listen to me anymore.
I talk and it’s as if I wasn’t there.”
“Do they have a phone where he lives?”


©Hélène Vaillant



Crimson’s Creative Challenge #19 High Noon Lane


Written in response to the photo prompt above: Crimson’s Creative Challenge #19
High Noon Lane



“I’ll meet you at the sign, High Noon Lane,” said Jeff.
Marie slipped on her hiking boots, picked up her portable GPS and off she went.

The trek to the Colonial Trail was well indicated.
Jeff had read the advertisement details that promised a Shangri-la phenomena just beyond the High Noon Lane. Jeff and Marie had been discussing this all week with the anticipation to meet up at the sign on Saturday.

Jeff arrived way in advance at the meeting spot.  Sitting down waiting for Marie he noticed many hikers going passed the sign on the trail but no one seemed had come back yet.

 Marie finally arrived. She and Jeff settled down for a bit of lunch before heading out further.

And so ends this story. Jeff and Marie never returned.

Settling Universal Issues

Crushed Caramel (Learner at love)


At one time man’s accomplishments seemed so impressive

Men would slap each other on the back and offer congratulations

Progress, technological advancement, commercial victories

Empires that were built brick by brick with blood and sweat

Crumbling, decaying beyond all hope of repair and renovation

Will they really be mourned when now they are being exposed

The destruction they have wreaked, the slaves they have broken

The misery for many while the few lavish themselves in riches

The end is truly nigh for the corrupt, the mercenary, the greedy

The beginning is near for those who want to live in peace and security

To show proper care for their home planet and all it’s creatures

For those who want all to thrive and live a full and rewarding life

Who is right to rule? that was the question raised long ago

A judicial record has been established and is on public…

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