At awe at the glory Of a nature so generous It overspends Overnight To bedazzle all eyes In prolific defiance Of time. For The Daily Post
This photo makes me smile. The vistas and the light and play of shade and stream and sun, yes … But more than anything, the path and the story it tells: the measured step of the dad wi…
The sun. The shade. The tree. And me. For One Word Sunday: Simplicity
The prompt for today was just too on point to ignore, when the paperback became available TODAY (!!!) and when so much of this novel is about what a home is, or what may at any moment…
Before you lash out in righteousness to put down someone else, Pause. Before you cling-wrap your views against dissent or protest, Pause. Before you rush to justify hurtful decisions others&…
It cracks the rock and pushes forth To skies that swirl in Matching froth. For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Flower
“How did you learn how to know everything?” she asked. “I don’t think anyone knows everything,” I responded, only half-attending. A siren from a f…
There is no need to sneak Or take the long way around You’re invited to step on The green grassy ground. Such a lovely reminder That lawns are to be used It’s a warm friendly off…
May this year be as calm as you need it to be As adventurous as your spirit requires As hopeful as your heart can hold As happy as pure joy As healthy as is doable As satisfying as your wide…
Rise above Hardship’s fray In gentle curls Of delicate Pink, And an underbelly Of powerful Orange Smelted from the Brink. For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Orange and P…
Photo: Sue Vincent “If you knew where it goes, would you follow?” Efran peeked down the leaf-strewn stone shaft and rough steps. “I can see where it goes,” he pointed…
They ran around the metal that machines had bent And right across the bend of time Into handmade medieval. For Three Line Tales
The rough cut Will conform Tree to log by Saw and hew, So it merges With others To build shelter For you. For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Things made of wood…
“Can you believe this weather? The sun is …” she stopped cold, her jaw frozen in mid-sentence. Her heart thundered, threatening to escape the confines of her chest. “…
When stuck in stalled traffic Or standing smooshed on the train I remind myself how For many The commute is truly a strain. For Sunday Stills: Transportation
More than chocolate and ice cream More than cookies and cake Fruit will forever first place In my heart take! For Cee’s Share Your World: July 9
Even in the frozen ground Small wonders sleep Ensconced Awaiting Tender tending. For The Daily Post
Live your life Alongside Everything That matters. Let light flow In lines parallel To heart And mind. We are all of us One of a kind, All singular In presence. Yet we are none of us An isola…
“I wonder how many had spent a night in this place through the centuries.” Dennis looked up from his walking boots. The laces had knotted and he was adamant about untangling them…
Destinations matter But so does the path taken toward them. Ends do not always justify the means Or conveyance. Lofty goals to imagined glory Only have prerogative If they do not burn Destru…
May you have your eyes wide open To truths Your heart had always known But some wish you’d forget: Love holds far more power Than hate; Light illuminates What darkness might aggravate;…
There’s little possible Perspective For how to scale The size of feet That for so many Will not fit In anyone’s shoes Ever Not before Not since. Trivia note: The photo abo…
Seek not acclaim But accord Not praise But partaking Not applause But appraisal Not homage But homecoming. For The Daily Post
Every day I am reminded How very partial I am To the multitudes of Living things Upon this Earth. They are all part of me Just as I am part of all. You see, Our air has been A zillion times …
Photo Prompt © Ted Strutz “One day my name will be up there,” Tommy declared. Amy rolled her eyes, but he didn’t let her dismiss-your-sibling reflex offend him. She came wi…
If you create anything, create hope. If you create anything, create in light. If you create anything, create with love. For The Daily Post
Differentiate the urge To disobey For pure defiance’s sake, From the value of resisting Those who violate Or lower what’s at stake. Refuse the rush Of righteousness That rebellio…
She refused to retreat In the face of defeat. She pursed lips, furrowed brow, Still the bead would not bow. Pushed into the string’s knot It slid off … yet she fought. All sugge…
If you’ve a parcel To post Or a letter To hurry, There’s a zip line Ahead So please Do not tarry … For One Word Sunday Photo Challenge: Rules
You hold on in the mountains Where the way of life you had fled To protect Has become Tied into tourists arriving: Some to gawk Others to try and learn a bit about Your rich traditions, The …
Permit yourself To be All that you are Today With the unfinished corners Hanging out For all to see. Allow yourself The story Of the things you Have become And still are changing. Grant your…
As fields of flowers bloom And the breath catches At the extravagance, Let joy leap As your soul watches Spring fairies’ flitting elegance. For Cee’s Flower of The …
Plastic muskets laid bare To the earth and the air As rogue arms on a dare Sought excuse to declare Every day a warfare Blood and death everywhere By a print left to share As weak minds to b…
Now in the antiquated, hollowed space, Prayers no longer have to brace Against an aged, leaded grace. Even as wall and ceiling hold Cold memories of gilded old And toil of many, still untold…
This photo of an ancient synagogue in the Golan in Israel brings up both the frailty and sturdiness of history. The Jewish house of worship in the photo is many centuries old. It reflects mi…
A thought A hint An intuition. A tell A clue A premonition. A small unfolding Of suspicion. Time to foresee Future Contrition. For The Daily Post
Not quite done Not quite grown Not quite seen Not quite known Almost here Almost time Life suspended Redifined. For The Daily Post
Take the express train To a fun-filled day Recall the awe Of speed and sway And hold on to The gift of play. For The Daily Post
“They left it here for a reason.” Barbra rolled her eyes. There was hardly a thing Robin would not make a story of. “Okay, I’ll play. Who did and what for?” Rob…
“He is an infidel,” Abdul grumbled about his employer. “Ad-Dawasir history shouldn’t be fouled by non-believers.” “So were your ancient ancestors,” …
Photo prompt: Sue Vincent She could feel them. That’s why she came. Why she took every opportunity she could to escape the drudgery of sewing and hoeing and weeding and feeding and was…
We all want to be cherished, To be known by our name. But like flowers in meadows, We’re alike, not the same. It does not do to lump us Identical, in one frame. For like leaves of a tr…
In the contest for Bling, He will certainly Win. In the roll call for Glamour, He will rise above Clamor. In the race for the Best He’s the most smartly Dressed. As cool temple guards …
“Are you guarding the entrance?” There was no response. He didn’t really expect one. Not when she was in a mood. She was going to just lie there by the narrow path between …
“It is looking at me.” “What is?” I was dozing off in the delicious sun on the first dry weekend we’d had in a while. The lush grass under me felt springy. I th…
It was never about the things he wanted to do. It was never about where he wanted to go, what pasture he preferred, which direction he wished to head. Conformity. Yeah, he knew all about it.…
“Where does it lead?” Mina crouched and tried to peer behind the metal grate. The concrete tube curved away. “To the factory,” Josh replied distractedly. Her derriere…
Roll the dough And aim to shape it. Press chocolate pieces One by one. ‘Tis no product of Machine identical, But cookies proud Of a child’s hand. For the Tuesday Ph…
They looked outside the window into Yards and yards of yard, And knew this house will be one where All play will thrive unmarred. The world that spread For miles ahead A guard for Chi…
“Make me disappear,” she said, As her eyes pleaded to be seen. “I don’t care anymore,” she said, As her voice begged to be heard. The bruises on her skin long f…
