Teresa and Kristian alternate Thursdays for this prompt. Today Teresa hosts. Teresa says:
Rules:
**Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
**Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.
**Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
**HAVE FUN!
“Why are you smiling?”, River Dixon, Beyond the Field
Remember that day? Down by the river?
When we found a carpet of cushioned moss
to lay our blanket.
The sun was warm, the breeze light.
I laid on my back and watched the clouds flow by.
You propped yourself on one elbow and watched me.
You asked, “Why are you smiling?”
Drawing a deep breath, exhaling as deeply,
“Because right now we love each other
and nothing will be able to take away this moment.”
A hawk cried in the distance.
Instead of creating a new post for dVerse tonight, I’m tacking it on to this one.
Plus, as an added bonus, is a haiku. I just wrote it, after taking a walk out back. The three red pine seedlings I started from seeds a few years back have survived their second winter in the ground. So did the three gingko trees I started from seeds. Call me happy today.
Spring walk – small red pines
celebrate with pea-sized cones
winter’s survivors.
Tao-Talk 
This is a great story. Short and sweet.
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Thanks, Sadje, glad you liked it.
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It is.
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Yay for the seedlings :) You take a lot of images, memories and turn them into seedlings. Wonderful!
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Thanks Jane. You should see them, they are adorable. Hey, one of my blogging buddies from UK (Zoolon) visited France this week. He gave your country a compliment. He said France takes art seriously everywhere. (para.) Just thought I’d share it with you.
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I see Zoolon’s name on my blog often and I’m ashamed to say I don’t think I’ve done more than breeze in and breeze out again. Must remedy that. I think France is like everywhere else. There’s what the government spends money on and there’s what ordinary people actually do. There are some hideous building projects go on, housing developments etc. But they are trying to preserve what’s left of good urban and rural architecture.
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Zoolon is a thoughtful and talented young man. He writes songs, poetry, and prose, as well as being a first class photographer. Not only all that, he’s a musician with several CDs of beautiful ambient music he’s created! Glad to hear somewhere is trying to preserve old architecture. They continue to tear down our oldest buildings near the water, hoping to draw “developers” in. It makes me sick.
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I see now why I don’t visit his blog more often. I’ll not really into music and can’t really comment. I got classical music young, then David Bowie and you don’t get better than that so I’ve stuck with what I know :)
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lol I love your comments, Jane. You could choose worse than Bowie and Bach. Imagine that duet!
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Bowie might have got on better with Mozart :)
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I think when spring comes you have to have such a smile on your face.
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<3 Soon, I'll be out on the bicycle path and then I'll really be smiling.
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Then last line of the the poem…a fitting end to a beautiful day. I like the limit of 50 words. Wish more people would do it.
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Thank you so much.
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This is brilliantly written!❤️
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Richa, thank you for your kind words :)
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A grand 50 word adventure, and a great haiku. The poem captures the thrill of living in the moment; the haiku celebrates life as microcosm
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Thank you so much for your comments, Glenn :)
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Amen! ❤️ Love is prone to the evil eye .. so I hope and pray that it survives every obstacle in its path :)
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Thank you for your comment, Sanaa :)
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Lovely story (memory?). Those perfect moments–like a snapshot.
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The first one is a conglomerate of memories. The haiku is an actual event from today. Glad you like them.
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What did that hawk want?
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Hawks are symbolic messengers. By it being in the distance, it’s almost saying things won’t continue to be this perfect. I hope that wasn’t a rhetorical question!
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Wow. Such a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.
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You are welcome. I’m glad you liked it.
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You took a moment and turned it into a love story. This is lovely.
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:) Thank you Mish.
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This is sweet and endearing Jade. Those precious memories. Interesting to speculate which ones eill endure…?
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Thank you Rob, yes it will…
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I too wondered about the hawk sighting. Hawks are about perspective and I think in that moment there was true insight.
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I like the way you look at the hawk, Truedessa <3
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The picture and the poems compliment each other so well.
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I’m glad you think so :)
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The relationship between the two lovers is so soft and warm and sweet. I really enjoyed your haiku! The celebratory survivors came to life and seem animated in your words.
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Thank you very much, Fatima.
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