“In The Pink Word” Press Photo Challenge – Color #wordpress #photography


violet (2)

The Pixie Path paintedfirst spring

Grand Canyon
Grand Canyon

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You accent the frills

pave a fairy path

 whisper in spring’s blooms

paint the canyons grandly

say goodbye to the day

The Weekly Photo Challenge at WordPress is a study in color. 

All Photography and Poetry copyrighted L. Moon 2013

Published by moondustwriter

Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn. I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community. I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers. There are many facets to this moon - thanks for stopping by.

16 thoughts on ““In The Pink Word” Press Photo Challenge – Color #wordpress #photography

    1. Well, no, it might not be a true haiku, but I like the way it continues this pteioc conversation.Here’s a way different poem that derives from your poem, trying to turn it into more of a haiku. Alpine lodge I wake from a dreamof summer riversThis takes away the personification in assures. (Human beings offer assurance. Snow just melts.) It also addresses the cause-and-effect issue that’s come up lately.Well that’s not your poem, Brad, I know! I just used your poem for an exercise about haiku.

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      1. The word old has been the subject of much dicsussion in the haiku literary world. On the one hand, as a modifier it often evokes a haiku-appropriate feeling of transience, and the beauty of natural decay. On the other hand, it’s been used so often in haiku, it’s kind of worn out. Too much old gets old! But ancient in this poem is different, and evokes the generations of olive trees in that region. I like ancient olives.

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    1. My partner and I semlbutd over here coming from a different web address and thought I might check things out. I like what I see so i am just following you. Look forward to going over your web page yet again.

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  1. Life is different in pink. But then, life changes every time you give it a new color, which is what writers do. A black road is far different from a yellow brick road. It always is.

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