Earthen Cathedrals ~ #poetry #AugustWriting

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Beyond the archway, across the rocks

Where mist does linger and flowers flock

A climb, thousands of miles to the top

The mountains create a beautiful backdrop

Snow covered, white, against the bluest sky

I journey to my cathedral, in the heavens, high

My worldly place, an earthen sanctuary

Where I can go to, beyond the contrary

Of inhumane faces, and misguided beings

A place I know my God, is ever so freeing

 

August Writing Prompt – Earthen Cathedrals – Day 19/31

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Lavender Lipstick ~ #poetry #AugustWriting

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She painted her lips, in a lavender hue

Promised to look her best, for she knew

The color she chose, would say it all

As she waited so patiently, for him to call

Large sterling hoops, dangled from her ears

Soft shades for her eyes, to lessen the years

A perfect head of curls that framed her face

She wanted to impress, with style and grace

Quietly, she waited, but the call never came

Realizing now, things were always the same

Decided to show him, just what he was missing

With lavender lips, it wasn’t he, she’d be kissing

 

August Writing Prompt – Lavender lipstick – Day 18/31

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Backyard Buddies ~ Oh Baby! – #myphotography

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It’s that time of year again, when I start to take weekends off from my blog, not totally, but enough to be able to spend time with my family.  So, Backyard Buddies returns for Season 2  🙂

Cardinal – Female fledgling – Mama was close by

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Melted ~ #poetry #AugustWriting

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The day had been so very hot
The AC was on the blink
I wanted something icy cold
Maybe just something to drink

I opened up the freezer
Wondering what there was
Inside, just waiting for me
YES! A pint of Haagen Dazs

I grabbed the small container
And a sugar cone, my favorite
Scooped the cold confection
And just as I began to savor it

My telephone started ringing
This really wasn’t the time
I’d let it go, not answer it
But, hey, it’s not my dime

I needed to put my cone down
So, on the table, I placed a plate
But when I came back minutes later
Alas, it surely was too late

A puddle merely sat there
The cone was empty and bare
The heat of the day had done its worst
I simply sat down in my chair

Saddened by what had happened
I took a moment to sit and think
Then lifting the plate up to my lips
I smiled, and took that drink

See, even though it had melted
The ice cream was as smooth as silk
I guess it’s true, about what they say
There’s no use crying over spilled milk

 

August Writing Prompt – Melted ice cream – Day 17/31

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