Does Dreaming come from a different bed Do we dream their dreams? Is it sad and lonely? Do we enter the unknown A universe of do it twice Where any old dream they think will do for a night spent in someone else’s bed…
This week, the words for the synonyms only challenge are
PAST & PRESENT
Slow Summer Days are gone. Now we have snow. Hungry birds to feed. small footprints left behind. Visiting cats passing through I have turned into Sherlock Holmes Leaving my prints behind as I go As I search for the abominable snowman…
I try to run right through the storm To hide. I am a failure, a fraud I have been too proud Thinking myself smarter than the rest I am brought low by the company I keep I do not speak up, to say how I feel I am craven, a coward in disguise I have not joined in the treason they speak of Yet I am complicit as I sit and listen to their plans In the end, their words of sedition do not excite me I do not have the energy for rebellion There is no branch for me to hang my hat on…
For visually challenged writers, theimage shows dark clouds and bare trees against a fiery sunset, with a murmration of starlings creating a cloud of their own.
Red sky, flames from a hidden fire
Illuminates the dark barren land
Black clouds tendrils reaching
Searching the darkness for something lost
The sheer weight of it pushing me down
Slowing my footsteps
I longed for the murmur of waves along the shore
Where I paddled as a child
Somehow, I have been dropped into this wasteland
An unwanted morsel of humanity
No sign of life save for the starlings
Swaying, painting their patterns across the dark grey
This post is our tribute to Sue Vincent, for all the lovely prompts she has given us with #Writephoto over the years. To cheer her up on these dark days… GET WELL SOON, Sue…
Driving home under purple skies Magic enough you’d think Until I look at my side mirror The moons reflection didn’t match The black reversed moon worried me Is it a sign of things to come? Does it whisper of strange days ahead? Could it be dark fortune Waiting to gather its own? I wondered how this portent would affect me…
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I Slide Slip away On virgin snow Floating in the air United with childhood Free to remember days gone I am in an old-time free fall Time returning long lost memories All given while I blend with virgin snow…
As we enter December… let us give thanks for everything we’re received this year.
One Timeless Gold moment Passing from view Held in memory My framed picture of you Lost by my own careless hands I search the house, I cannot see Your place in my life, now hollow time No framed window in mind for me to see…
It’s the third week of the month! Time for an Ekphrastic #PhotoPrompt
This challenge explores Ekphrastic writing inspired by visual art (photographs). Diana Peach from last month’s challenge has provided the photo for this month’s challenge:
What happens When a ghost’s pale white image she sees reflected With the tears she lets go Does her wish stir the waters? Dark hides tiny creatures whisper When given a heart, let her be loved Will the magic of the woods give her life?
All good things They can wait Tomorrows thanks when spoken early Carry big surprises Respond with grace and honour Your acknowledgment is received Doors to the Universe are open Let all the good things fall into your lap…