Rusted #farm #photgraphy #blackandwhite
Category: Photography
Ripple #poetry #children
swishing water
all around
waves of colour
splashing sound
child’s smile
in the sun
rays of light
lapping fun
Observing children live life is one of the most calming and rewarding of activities. Watch a child play today…
Under the Same Sun #poetry #atozchallenge #tribute
moderators, old timers, just starting out
sharing one common thing
the month of April
in some places Spring
writers, poets, students, experts, bloggers
laugh, compose, take pictures, sigh
community for a month
until 2023 it’s goodbye
but wait hold that thought
learned, grew, took awhile
misplaced your pen
found your smile
Each year without fail I meet some amazing people and their writing / blogging is awesome too!
This 2022 is not exception because it is A to Z.
it slowly rose
displayed yellows, orange, reds
setting for another year
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it’s that easy
Grace
a word broad and wide
grasp at undeserved beauty
little girl revived
A week ago a Sudanese refugee girl was in a coma – no answers. it just happened. A week later she was awake. Here name – Grace.
Grace is “unmerited: mercy, kindness, and patience” like the free gift given by Jesus.
My Journal #atozchallenge #Odessa #Ukraine #fiction
I hope the science guy can explain the portal cause it’s complicated. One time I can come across at the same point but now I have to go to a different clock and come thorugh the back way at 9 am. Right now I’m in 1991. I think this going back and forth is going to make my head spin. My husband is with Vlad. I’m glad we can help … I am happy to have such a well- stocked first aid storage.
I wrote a few more details in my journal before I stored it away. If I ever got back to a normal place in life, I want to remember as much about 1991 as possible.
My husband entered the room and we knew we had to tell each other everything we had learned or seen in double time before we returned across the portal. Too soon we heard Valeria at the door.
“Ready?” She said cheerfully.
“Yes.” My husband smiled.
“No.” I grimaced.
“Okay – Pashli. We go to the ground floor for the return clock. At exactly 9 am we must go up hotel’s back stairs and enter the hall with the carpet design from the other side. The rug design changes like before. Bon chance.”
We made the transition and quietly went to our room in 2022 before we were seen.
What I had learned was there was a stockpile of guns and ammo in 1991. My husband was told also to look for an old tunnel under Passage that had been used by the underground during World War 2 and the Cold War. This is where we hoped to make communication with Dmitre.
“Will our cells work underground?” I mouthed to my husband.
“We will see.”
“Hello,” one of the maids greeted us on the stairs as we were going out. Would you like your room…”
“No, thank you. not today. Tomorrow in the morning.” I gave her a little money.
“Spasiba…”
The tunnel had been unused for quite some time. I was glad I had worn my winter hat so that my hair wasn’t covered in webs.
“The call is going through.” My husband whispered. “Yes, Dmitre. Is this a good time? Can you hear me, ok?”
“I understand that anything I need to relay to our “force” will go through you.”
“Yes. That’s what captain said.”
“For now, this is what we have.” He spent the next several minutes giving my husband coordinates and information about tank and artillery formation. He also noted that a Russian ship was on its way from Crimea to Odessa.
“Dmitre, be careful there are several reports…”
“Yes, we know. They are being very good about moving our location. We also will be switching to communication that is difficult to pinpoint. Today, you will be sent a device by courier. He will greet you the way we greeted in Uganda. Goodbye.”
“What was that greeting?” I mouthed to my husband.
“An elbow bump because of Co-Vid.” He smiled. “Let me take you to lunch lady with the webs.” He smiled as he grabbed my hand.
Later that day the courier met up with us. He delivered the new cell phone in a pastry bag with several pastries. We passed off a picture the children had drawn for their daddy that was in a visitor guide.
I saw the man that had been watching us. This time he looked straight at us with a dark intensity.
Has someone ever looked at you with an intensity that unnerved you???
Thanks for visiting Penned in Moondust by Moondustwriter. This month for the A to Z challenge I pulled out an archived story from 2007, dusted it off and reworked the year of entry 2022. This was originally written in Odessa, Ukraine. I hope you see the bravery and courage that I hope to convey in each episode.
Links to the story in order:
The Missed Poem #poetry #blogging #friends
Like a cherry blossom
you fluttered on my cheek
with a waft of fragrance
the smell of pink
you lingered for a day
perhaps it was two
tried to catch up
with the poem and you
you vanished with the sunset
you flickered out of sight
no sign of the poet
you had taken flight
Reflecting on a dear talented poet Jackie Dick who passed several years ago. We met in the blogsphere and I am glad we had a cherry blossom moment. This poem is dedicated to her and other poets who have taken flight.
Beauty In The Cracks #Ukraine #poetry #photography
We know there are cracks
they lead to despair
but your underlying courage
makes me glad you are there
for the beauty you hold
fragrant like the rose
gives so much hope
refugees hands that you hold
I’m writing this for friends in Ukraine who had the option to leave Ukraine but stayed to help others. Heroic, loving and beautiful even as the cracks deepen.
Creativity Heals #art #depression
I just read a blog by a blogger who was really pressing down on herself for feeling that things are so bad. They are and they are not. It’s a matter of perspective.
BUT…
Something that helps so much is expression.
Blogging, art, writing are all forms of media that help us keep from that tipping point.
When I was very active on Social Media (sorry guys I am all over the world at the mo and so blogging is really a back door thing) I was meeting people coming out of Alcoholism, attempts at suicide, a divorce that drove the person batty…
there is that place to go to splash paint and get it off the head and heart.
And there is always prayer…
Reverse Thunder
I hear thunder in the distance
rolling onward like the waves
gaining power it surges forward
and like a child I am afraid
flash and pounding ever stronger
seconds now and it will hit
dark the clouds and growing closer
blowing fragile tree to bits
it has stopped and hovers o’er me
a distinct voice of one I love
in the whispers it is calming
begging help from God above
*
Reverse Thunder
whispered prayers become a shout
God listens
See Me? #poetry #uganda #children
I lost my place
my finger couldnt hold
the place in the book
the story that it told
can’t count the days
my fingers arent enough
I play in the dirt
instead of learning stuff
teach me anything
I listen from my heart
I love when you read
we all enjoy the art
dont leave me in the dirt
my clothes begin to stink
challenge my mind
teach me how to think
So many children have been held back from education. In Uganda school is such a privilege. Education helps men and women achieve their dreams.
The Cloudless Day #art #poetry #nature
Bleak winter presses on my soul
grey solitude heavy weight
nature’s blanket takes its toll
tearing at all reason I wait
colour plied to canvas tight
window opens cloudless peace
greens and yellows pull the light
shutter of my soul release
brush continually applies
shape takes beauty’s form
of winter I am free inside
spring unveils her radiant warmth
The art: “Clare’s Window” (1980s) is one of the paintings my mother has painted that brings nature’s beauty indoors. On many wintery days, I have pulled at the warmth from her work and felt less wintry weight.
penned in moon dust 