My Guiding Light ~ #poetry #FOWC

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The ice in autumn’s air, sets my heart on fire

You keep me warm, through the ebony night

Though merely a crescent, my heart’s desire

To see the glow of your face, my guiding light

 

FOWC with Fandango — Guide

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Through the Glade ~ #poetry

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She walks like a feather

Afloat through the trees

Mesmerized by the light

She approaches with ease

Unaware of what’s hidden

Still she cannot resist

With soft, silent footsteps

She is lost to the mist

Hears it beckon to her

Child, be not afraid

And she glides ever closer

Through the dark forest glade

 

 

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da Vinci’s Canvas – #NovemberWriting #Tanka

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With each stroke painted

A brush released its beauty

His palette of life

Beholden to the talent

He never truly discerned

 

November Writing Prompt – Da Vinci’s Canvas – Day 10/30

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Mindful – #poetry #RDP #FOWC

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It takes no special skill, to rattle Mother Nature’s ways

Still, she manages to protect the earth, so lovingly

Ever mindful, the reality, of disruptive human beings

Those who feed upon her, with such gluttony

 

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Skill
FOWC with Fandango: Disrupt

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Calm ~ #writephoto #shortstory

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Azure skies reflect in crystal waters, flanked by green grasses, and what were once the vibrant colors of the leaves. They’re faded now, turned to brown, but the colors still remain vivid in my eyes. Here is where I find a sense of peacefulness, a calm like no other, reaching through to my soul, a serenity in nature, held captive on this Earth. I walk softly, for fear I’ll disturb the silence that breathes here.

Stopping, I find myself sitting down on the banks, under the trees, feeling the cool breezes of the near-ending season, and I take note that winter is fast approaching, pulling the collar of my sweater closer to my face. How I wish I could bottle this incredible feeling. But alas, I cannot, so I must make good with the time she remains with me, and patiently wait for her to return from her lengthy respite.

And I shall remain here, long into the day, soaking in her beauty, for I do not yet wish to bid autumn adieu…

 

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Photo ©Sue Vincent