

Monochrome Tulip © 2016 Moondust Designs
Many thanks to City Sonnet for the photo challenge for November. Today is a shot in Monochrome
yesterday's memories grasped at forever's horizon
it’s amazing what six words can do.
Check out My Random Ramblings and this is the Saturday Six Word Story (6WSP) Prompt “Forever”. where six words tell powerful stories.
innocent conversation macabre aftertaste drinks later?
My pen drips fresh ink
formulas for miles
words in proper sync
imagine children’s smiles
I dip the point
drawings lighten the load
sheep “baa” pigs “oink”
new merges with old
words pour upon pad
ideas in a storm
can’t hold what I have
I run out of proper form
my pen drips ink
too fast to catch
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ideas in my head
drawings pour like waterfalls.
catch …
(and I have a haibun of sorts.)
one blue cup each
flows easily through her hands
dry river beds
laughter’s pure reflection
sing song they learn A B Cs
*
so young to be old
internal Acholi’s strength
Nile clouds my vision
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If I share a handful of their giggles, would you share a handful of precious water?
This week’s Word Press photo challenge is Reflections
and Reflections at Weekly Tanka Prompt
I can’t count your stripes
or see through the trees
white and black patterns
are camouflage it seems
There were no zebras on safari in Uganda. The ranger told us the herds in that part of the country had contracted disease but fortunately the zebras in other regions are alive and well. Funny thing I cant find a bit about the missing zebras in the news or any google search. Someone is behind the times or lines…
Cant believe that this marks the very end of the A to Z challenge.
this once content reed, flails
wind seeks to rip from mooring
torrent twists at peace
dusk to dawn, I wrestle
hot tears silent fall
gash displaces scars sewn shut
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But light is on the horizon
before ink sets dry
warm breeze blanket will heal
soft rain cleases wounds
faith holds this vessel steadfast
hope will make me whole
This song reminds me that I need not be weighed down by life’s burdens
Beckoned to the mystery
something I might dread
there has to be something
behind the hallway of my head
my finger shudders, lingers
on THE button slowly now
once I press it “Open”
“Close” may not be allowed
my hand makes the decision
reason swirls with dismay
one thing I can tell you
I’ll never be the same
If I told you what I found there
you’d be in a tangle too
but I signed a special paper
you’ll wish in part you knew
the question now arises
where am I am I not
if you knew the answer
you’d stand to lose alot
Wishing all the Poet’s United folks a happy Wednesday and Happy Thanksgiving (for those who are celebrating) and thanks Sumana for the prompt “Hyperbole.”
I circled her fresh face with my fingertips
ruby red were her luscious lips
spring her blossom ever green
awaken not from this dream
summer harsh it takes the glow
dew’s gone, nothing will grow
our love languish in her eyes
robbing heat I ever despise
colors change, bouquet of woe
her faded lips her time I know
nothing lasts, she is so pale
catch the fall, of her I’ve failed
brightens my day
seasons flow like water
can’t catch red petals
Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Appreciation. I have a recent love of red tulips. Sadly tulips do not last.
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
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