From watery shadow’s limbo Burning embered love does rise To glow on spirit’s tippy toes Monochromatic suffocation Flooded with oxygenated hues Then sighing, recede, and rest. Paula Light is the host of Thursday Inspiration. Paula says: This week’s theme is sunset and the picture is below. Here is the song snippet from “Sunrise Sunset,” a…
Category: love
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #134 — Happy Home
A happy home A fuzzy nest A comfy place Where one can rest It makes me smile To know we’re there As love has perched Eternal fair Delicate yet Tough are the blooms Whose fragrance touch Each of the rooms We have no fear As when we said Forevermore Our love we pledged. Our bond…
What do you see # 28 — With you every day
An innocent victim of a drive-by shooting, he’d been in a coma for six months. Attached to intravenous drips, a ventilator, a catheter, with various electrodes attached to monitor his life functions, the twenty-year-old Rafael, to all eyes, professional and personal, looked like inert material that needed to be cared for in the coma unit…
What do you see? #23 and dVerse OLN — One
Open book God reads our story How it starts How it ends And everything in between One page at a time We’re alive! Interesting times Unfolding Together Holding spirit in our hearts One day at a time Today’s form is a double shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5 x 2) Sadje is the host of What do you…
dVerse — Q — Talisman (about George Harrison)
Conjuring refrained wah-wahs Apple scruffs bridge two worlds Sad gnome sheds his beard A clean-slated tap-dancer Twirls through Friar Park Magic mantra circuits of Kaleidoscopic waves Neutralizes shadows even In darkness. No matter how Your head is turned, The love light will shine in. I wrote my quadrille on George Harrison and, “All Things Must…
#MM — Saturday Mix — Love’s Return
Love’s Return Birds drift warm breezes, Calls echoing to each other, Then land on same branch. I listen for bells on sails Tinkling we’ll be kissing soon. Clear skies, winds westward. My schooner flies towards harbor; Birds drift overhead. Bells tinkle like your laughter; Warm breezes touch like your sighs. Sarah Weejars is…
#FF — Plugged in
PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn Miller “What do you think, Myrna?” Myrna sat hunched on the pastel green vinyl hospital rocker next to mother’s bed, her hand resting softly on the woven cotton blanket covering her mother’s inert foot. It had been six months on the respirator, with tube feedings, and no indicators of improvement. Doctors…
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