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13 Wednesday Nov 2019
Posted My Photography, Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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06 Wednesday Nov 2019
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Colleen’s poetry challenge for this week is Poet’s Choice! We get to pick our own words! Check out Colleen’s blog to find which forms of poetry are acceptable for this challenge. Have fun!
Of leaves and stones
Made for quiet moments
Serenely, with the lake’s beauty
Reflects
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 152 Poets Choice
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17 Wednesday Apr 2019
Posted dark poetry, Poetry
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She waits by the lake
He returns
Unaware
She returns, into the depths
Dragging him along
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10 Thursday Jan 2019
Posted January Writing, Poetic Prose
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The boat was empty, not a soul in sight, he perched high on the branch, as sun set to night; watching and waiting, always calculated his timing, he was ready for his dinner, so he started his priming. When out of nowhere, came the rush of wings; nothing ever good, came out of these things. Sighing, he knew, he had heard it before; the eagle had found, his hidden place, once more. Now honing in on the fish he espied, the hawk simply sat there, watching, wide eyed; he knew better than to challenge this bird, trying to do so would be quite absurd. Instead he lamented, on what he should do next; there was still one more fish, but to get it, complex. So he waited again, til the eagle had gone; hoping this time, he had truly moved on. Again, there it was, that sound ever roaring; he was back for the other, that darn eagle, came soaring! Off went the second fish, into claws, twas transferred; all the hawk could do now, was go hungry, dumb bird…
The moral of the story: He who hesitates, often misses dinner.
January Writing Prompt – The boat was empty, except for one lone fish – Day 10/31
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