The last prompt for Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem 2 year anniversary is Movement. A vast topic to be sure.
this bleeding world
it would open eyes to see
beyond the stars and past the scars
garden of sublime beauty
what a difference a word could make
in this world it might be free
what a difference the words would be
if we thought of “you and me”
***
an angry heart
set young girls as captives free
still the troubled and confused mind
like a swift but cooling stream
what a difference a word would make
what a filling soothing dream
what a difference a word would make
how a child’s face would beam
***
a smoking gun
give a child a rose instead
balloon is freed with hope aloft
floating above the hate and dread
what a difference a word could make
like eagles we would soar
all the songs were sung by open hearts
no need for rich or poor
***
the plots of man
muddied policies made clear
shut the gates of indecision closed
unite people there and here
what a difference a word could make
spoken by a healing tongue
what a dreamy place this world could be
for the elder and their young
The DP Writing Challenge for the week is “To the Tune of…” Have a little fun and try your hand at writing or rewriting song lyrics.
I wrote this poem thinking of it lyrically but I really dont have music to put it to. This is a song that I would have to compose. However the song Imagine by John Lennon is the background sentiment to these lyrics.
Like a science project
something to be analyzed
we never touch you
we only observe
write the data
pen the findings
draw a conclusion
You in the world’s fishbowl
swimming against a red tide
only to find
all of your school is missing
though the report
“only a few are dead”
Brilliant you fighting fish
swimming in cadence
parading about in colorful costume
destroying the inhabitants
watery souls
face down in the sea
****
I can find nothing about friends who reside in Crimea.
Ukrainians who love their country are threatened with each step .
My friends where have you gone???
One candle shone brightly
on a lonely face
where a smile once belonged
One candle shone brightly
through solitary leaf
worn by days
one candle shone brightly
a tiny creature
burdened and alone
one candle shone brightly
on a world
reaching for the light
This week’s photo challenge at WordPress is One
Wishing each of you a wonderful and warm Holiday season!!!
Photographers I enjoy and appreciate:
I remember it like it was yesterday – the clock stopped at quarter til the hour.
I was on an outbound train going where I couldn’t remember
That was the crazy part – no one remembered what they were supposed to do next.
Looking back I’m not sure if we stopped when time stopped or if a frozen state ensued from not knowing what to do when time stood still.
Some people stood as if in denial.
I think they were willing time to do something different.
Others, I am sure, were afraid to move as if the clock would crack and the “sameness” of life with it.
My life course changed profoundly that night.
I was bound for University. You know settle into a routine, surrounded by fellow students and books, go the requisite number of parties and games.
Each student predictably going the same general direction that was pre-ordained for us by our professors.
For me, at the moment when time stood still, something clicked like the second hand of life rebelled.
I grabbed up my things and started walking. There were a few others who independently decided to do the same thing.
We walked into the night and haven’t stopped. A few people with the same mindset have joined us along the way.
It’s curious, even after years, we notice in every town we come to there is a group of people staring at a clock with the large hand on the 9.
Today’s Daily Post (writing) prompt: For a moment today, time stands still — but you can tweak one thing while it’s stopped. What do you do?
And the photo prompt: Stillness
I guess my tweak was to break the rules when the time stopped and write a short sci-fi interpretation of the prompt.
Here you will find excellent responses to today’s prompt:
Can you imagine what you could see
if you could climb inside of me
a window to another world
devoid of space and time
a place where travel is with light
and color is sublime
This week join The WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge as we jump inside. A great place for the imagination to frolic.
Always photography well worth viewing:
In the world of trees
when not as high as your knees
I sang a song
nature sang along
In storms and gales
I’d raise the sails
the salty mist
was my first kiss
by light of books and art
I’d play my harp
and dream of places
magnificent horse races
the places I love
are rapturous above
and far below
where beasts bellow
The imagination vivid
where I’ve oft lived
where worlds unfold
endless stories told
This poem inspired by Sherry over at Poet’s United her prompt today “A favorite place you love”
Photograph: Life of a tree © L. Moon 2013
Once life was carefree
I hiked among the young hills
they told a story
*
they told a story
of those who came and explored
life was new
*
life was new
stories spread far and wide
beauty held in the eye
*
beauty held in the eye
we walked the world this stick and I
now we sit on the porch
The weekly wordpress photo challenge is Carefree. Hope you hear the story of the walking stick. Perhaps you have a story of travel and exploration that should be told…
Photograph: “Walking Stick” ©L. Moon 2013
Enjoy some carefree photography:
In my hand I held her
a fragrance that grows faint
she dipped into the sunshine
we insulted her with paint
*
In my hand I held her
not wanting to let her go
breezy calm like spring time
I wish they’d let her grow
*
In my hand I held her
though she damaged by the storm
the reds of hate assailed her
hopes and dreams were dashed and torn
*
In my hand I held her
she seems so out of reach
man bent on world dominion
her name – they call her Peace
Kim’s prompt for Poet’s United / Verse First is Close to the Source. When I saw the little blossom on my rose bush (this am), I felt the need to write this for her. The bugs and deer rarely leave a bloom. The symbolism is strong for this little rose.
You may think you can see my world that the wood dragon guards
but you cannot know of the beast who stalks in its cold
your eye distracted by blue horizons at dawn
colors captivate you and you fail to hear the distant snarls
already mesmirized in the reflection of the lady’s wooded pool
you fail to see the true light
beware the world beyond the gate – My World!
I’m participating in this weeks <a href=”http://letsbewild.com/photo-challenge/wild-weekly-photo-challenge-34-the-forest/“>Lets Be Wild Photo Challenge</a> This week’s challenge is the Forest. Check out the beautiful photography!
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)
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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