Tag Archives: Sue Vincent

#writephoto – Turning – #poetry

10 Monday Sep 2018

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I watch as summer fades to past, and autumn shows her face, and yet, as autumn colors Earth, winter comes so fast. No more warmth, nor sunny days, snow white mountains fill the sky; gold and red do fade away, and all I can do is sigh. Too quickly do the seasons change, one by one, they disappear; and feelings that are ever strange, within me, quite austere. But I will stand atop this rock, hear the winds call my name; open my mind, breathe in, take stock, let the mountains, my soul, reclaim

 

Join Sue, every Thursday, as she delights us with a new photo (or two)!  Thanks again, for another beautiful photo prompt!

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#writephoto – Friday Fantasy ~ Watcher – #poetry

31 Friday Aug 2018

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Spirit move, through mountain mist

Embrace the morning’s secret kiss

Watch, as grass and earth appear

Knowing, soon, the sun grows near

Tis your time to, again, return

Where hidden, deep, beyond the berm

Is the mystical place, in which you dwell

Alas, you’ll cast your worldly spell

Which calls to the mist, come and play

And it whisks away the light of day

Tis then you emerge, atop your domain

For this is your life, on this earthly plane

 

Join Sue, every Thursday, as she delights us with a new photo (or two)!  Thanks again, for another beautiful photo prompt!

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Photo ©Sue Vincent 

#writephoto – Caught – #poetry

27 Monday Aug 2018

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A reflection of light, caught in the trees, carried to them, on the wisp of a breeze, shined in the glow of the morning sun, trees gathered near, to see where it was from. Once, this forest was naked and dark, with nothing to live for, it remained vacant and stark. Until the day, when the rays appeared, and bathed them all, in a light, so clear; and their leaves blossomed, and they let out a sigh, beauty returned, with a rallying cry. After years filled with nothing but bark on the trees, now filled with thousands of emerald leaves, the forest, surrounded by visions of light, was never again, afraid of the night.

 

Join Sue, every Thursday, as she delights us with a new photo (or two)!  Thanks again, for another beautiful photo prompt!

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Photo ©Sue Vincent 

#writephoto – Circle – #shortstory

20 Monday Aug 2018

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As I walked through the forest on this somewhat dreary, gray day, I stumbled upon six stones forming a circle. The largest stone looked more like an altar. I imagined many a chanted prayer was spoken here. You could feel the vibrations emanating from them. The surrounding area was very quiet. Not even the wind spoke in this sacred place. I walked around to each stone, hoping to find some clue as to who this circle belonged to. I touched the first stone, and every stone thereafter, until I got to the large one. I pondered, should I touch it? Would I be disturbing its spiritual meaning?

I stood, backing away, more toward the middle of the circle, and closed my eyes. Each stone sang to me, a lyric I had not heard before. Each song different from the other, I found myself lost in the bewitching melodies. Were the stones speaking to me, the ancient spirits who dwell here, letting me know I was welcome?

With an overwhelming joy, I held my hand to my heart, felt the wisdom of each stone, felt the peace of the altar, and the most powerful feeling of all, being accepted into a circle of love I had never known before.

 

Join Sue, every Thursday, as she delights us with a new photo (or two)!  Thanks again, for another beautiful photo prompt!

©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo ©Sue Vincent 

Blue Skies in Summer – #poetry #writephoto #AugustWriting

12 Sunday Aug 2018

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Rolling hills, verdant, green, azure skies of blue, white puffy clouds float along with the breeze, ah, summer, I’ve been waiting, for you. Flowers decorate the meadows below, a sea of white, they are nature’s reflection. Oh, how I long to get lost, in the glow, of Heaven’s purest perfection. The scent in the air, breathes my thoughts to the wind, pondering, where this season rescinds; the warmth of her touch, giving in to the fall, oh, summer, you’re not nearly long enough, at all. So I shall plant, this image in my head, dream of these days, when winter, instead, has brought in the frost, to cover the land, and pray once again, for sweet summer, so grand.

 

I combined Sue’s #writephoto and ~M’s Daily Writing Prompt  🙂

August Writing Prompt – Blue skies and blossoms – Day 12/31

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