15 Friday Mar 2019
Posted in Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt, Word of the Day #WOTD
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Watch as Mother Nature welcomes back, to see
The budding of flowers, and leaves, upon a tree
The harmony we hear, from the buzzing of a bee
Springtime brings new hope, I think you’d agree
Word of the Day – Harmony
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Hope
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09 Saturday Mar 2019
Posted in Poetry, WritePhoto
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Lavender shores paint the scene
Of a land sedate, and so serene
Where verdant grass and trees align
And form a vision, heavenly, divine
I have journeyed here, this very day
I think, perhaps, it’s where, I’ll stay
To watch the waters ripple gently
And listen to silence, quite intently
Let my mind wander, like the clouds
Far, far away from the noisy crowds
Yes, here is where I’ll find my solace
In this place, tranquil and flawless
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05 Tuesday Mar 2019
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It’s the first challenge of March, and Colleen lets us pick our own words! Synonyms are not necessary but I used them anyway. I chose Safe and Cherish.
Written as a Haibun/Haiku, my synonyms are Protect and Nourish.
I watched, as Mother Nature decorated the brown grasses, with a crystalline white, fluffy coat. Each branch, of empty tree, was now steadily upholding the frosty layer she had placed upon it. This was her blessing, her way of guarding, and it was her way of readying the earth, for the arrival of spring. I truly felt this was how it was meant to be. When she finally ceased, the skies remained a bit overcast, with no moon to brighten the newly fallen flakes, but the sight was luminous.
Come morning, she did not leave us with the gray, clouded skies that she brought the night before, but instead, she left the azure blue of the heavens, and the flight of angels, floating above me. I was fascinated by how she had truly captured my attention and I was enrapt in her spell.
And I continued to watch, as she nourished the hardened ground, by offering her soft heart, the beauty of which she will allow me to envision. I wished to journey outside to behold her charm, but I dare not disturb a work in progress. Instead, I watched through a pane of glass, a true reflection of love.
Winter snows blanket
Like a mother shields her child
Protecting new life
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 126, “Poet’s Choice of Words”
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05 Tuesday Feb 2019
Posted in Poetry, short story, WritePhoto
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Beauty knows no certain path, it winds about and returns. I found myself lost in an almost labyrinth of roses and lavender, in full bloom, permeating my senses. The decadent scent left me feeling heady and light, at the same time. How I wished I could keep these feeling with me all the time.
Journeying, first to the right, then left, and finally ahead of me, if I turned around, I always found myself in the center. Perchance, is this exactly how my life was meant to be, always centered? Yet, the need to explore further beyond the garden, had me off kilter. A very odd feeling, one I didn’t quite understand. Yet.
Deciding to follow the left path beyond the marked ending of it, I walked into the brush of untamed branches, trees, who had been allowed to wander where they may. Yes, I thought, this is me, wandering where I may, with no one stopping me. And then I thought again, that leaves me with no end in sight. Not what I wanted, so I headed back.
Deciding to follow the right path, I found myself in a desolate part of the beautiful gardens. Here, things had been cut back, leaving only space for the few roses, the bushy lavenders to spread out a bit, but not too much as to overwhelm their surroundings. Not where I wanted to be, so back I went.
Deciding on the path in front of me, I found myself in the open air, no trees, no flowers, no nothing. It was just space. Behind me was a lush garden oasis, in front of me, desert like lands, incapable of sustaining any kind of life force. I definitely knew this was not where I wanted to be. So once again, I headed back, and that’s when it hit me.
No matter what path I took, if I turned about and headed back, I always wound up at the center of it all. A big beautiful rose tree was my foundation on this Earth. It allowed me to walk any path I wanted, but always made sure I found my way back. How delightful!
I guess you’re wondering about the path I came in on, the one behind me? I didn’t travel that one again. It would only lead to where I had already been. I knew, for sure, that wasn’t where I wanted to go. Therefore, I took up residence in the middle of the garden paths, sat myself under the rose bush and blue sky, soaked in the rays of sunlight and breathed in the scents of the surrounding beauty. Perhaps, there really is a Heaven on Earth…
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22 Saturday Dec 2018
Posted in Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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Once green the ground, now glistens in white
The full moon reflects, she shines ever bright
Tree branches sway, in the wind, to and fro
As they dance to the magic, of Christmas snow
Ragtag Daily Prompt – White
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