You walk as if you had a purpose, and speak as if you had a story to tell.
You trust enough to slow down; you eat for taste and not aesthetics;
you scribble shitty ditties as if no one will judge
and sing, oblivious to your dodgy notes.
You take that call, eat the cake, and write because
you like the feel of making letter shapes.
You believe you can, because self-belief is the seed of imagination;
imagination is the bud of blooming creativity
that allows you to walk with purpose
leaving stories in your footprints.
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Thank you for spending a moment with my words. If you like the way I play with letters from the alphabet, I would be honoured to have you as my guest, on my profile, where you can read whatever takes your fancy.
Teresa Renton has a first-class degree in English Linguistics and Language Creativity. Her work has previously been published or is forthcoming in Ink in Thirds, Flash Fiction Magazine, Across the Margin, Stick Figure Poetry, 101 Words, and elsewhere. She has recently been a finalist in Women on Writing’s Autumn ‘25 flash fiction competition.
Here’s a winning poem:
and here’s a short flash fiction:
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Teresa Renton
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
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Celestial Reel
In the sky, a heron reflected in puddled rain— a fleeting snapshot * * * * * Thank you for spending a moment with my words. If you like the way I play with letters from the alphabet, I would be honoured to have you as my guest, on my profile, where you can read whatever takes your fancy. If you’d like to read more haiku, they’re all here:
By Teresa Rentonabout a year ago in Poets
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
Oooh, I remember this. I know it's only a month ago, but my mind is a sieve sometimes. Thank you for submitting this. Will add it to the list. :)
Ooh I love this, self belief is the seed of imagination. That makes sense, if you don’t believe in yourself you’ll never see what you can make, even if some of the things you make in the beginning of a journey are questionable, they can always get better. This was fantastic and inspiring actually!
This is so deep and true. Loved your poem!
I was happy when I saw you in my feed. I miss your work.
Let me be the second to say that "you scribble shitty ditties" is absolute gold! Love the poem, Teresa!
Nice! I love it! 😊💖
"Scribble shitty ditties as if no one will judge"- I love this line, Teresa!
Sublime. And also. welcome back! But, Sublime, Ms Renton. Just every single line. Such flow, such depth and I love the theme and those last four lines tie it all together wonderfully!