Manic Mondays Three Way Prompt: Heart
It was there.
Upon the fence.
Waiting in the
morning sun
for her
to discover.
Had he
sent the spider
to show
a love
left dangling
upon a fence.
It was there.
Tag: poem
The Old Shed
Inspired by Debbie at Travel With Intent quote
“Do not stop thinking of life as an adventure. You have no security
unless you can live bravely, excitingly, imaginatively, unless you can
choose a challenge instead of a competence.” — Eleanor Roosevelt
In times past
on horseback
they rode into the bush.
It was time to muster
to check the stock.
Not a casual ride
a ride with purpose,
spending days in the bush.
Getting to the yards
check the fences
stow the gear
and the swags
in the shed.
Many days will be spent
with the cattle and horses.
Evenings
Lit by the glow of the fire
stories and tales
of the brave,
of the exciting times
and some with exaggerated imagination.
A time of challenge
in the bush.
Muster the stock
and drove them back
to the home yards
down the dusty road
to home
and a comfortable bed.
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A Step at the Start of a Journey
The quote to inspire from Debbie at Travel with Intent
“The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step”
– Lao Tzu
Sometimes that step can be daunting.
Whether you look up
to see what could lay ahead.
Spiraling upward
perhaps to touch the stars.
Or look down
into the depths of darkness.
Making sure each step
is taken with care.
But ultimately
that step can one of light
showing the way.
Always try to take that step,
even though
sometimes that step can be daunting.
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Looking out
The word prompt for the photo challenge from Sue at Weekly Prompts: Top of the Hill
Dots of sunlight.
The gathering storm.
In the distance
blue sky
blue hills
Darkness approaches.
The chill breeze
sends shivers.
The sound of
distant thunder,
the smell of rain.
Shall we stay
on the top of the hill,
or run back
to the shelter
and warmth.
I want to stay
and keep drinking
the view
from the top of the hill.
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Spiral
The Ragtag Daily prompt #67: Spiral
Ever downward
circles
plummeting.
Never knowing
never ending.
Circles
going round.
Spirals
joined but apart.
Ever downward
reaching up
for air.
Spirals.
Circles.
Spinning.
Never knowing
never ending.
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Return to port
I don’t usually do double photo challenges but looking a photo for for Cees Black and White Photo Challenge: Water and then the idea for Colours that Start With the Letter S came along, which just started words tumbling from my mind.
Upon a silver sea
the fishers return.
A hold full of fish
economic return.
At the dock
the buyers return.
Their partners and children
await their return.
Once unloaded and refreshed
to the sea again they return.
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The Bottles
The Daily Post Challenge: Rounded
Here we have some bottles.
Here we have some green bottles.
Here we have some green bottles, stacked.
Here we have some green bottles, stacked as a pyramid.
Here we have some green bottles, stacked.
Here we have some green bottles.
Here we have some bottles.
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Watering
Arrive home
no rain
garden dry as…
start pump to water
sky darkens….
Still watering
sprinkles of rain
I say
“bring it on”
still watering….
Dark clouds
how you taunt
small droplets tumble
splash the dust
plants beg
we wait
still watering….
Clouds persist
the dust persists
the garden begs
the dam empties
finished watering….
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A Dream
My lips brush your tired forehead
as your eyelids droop
and breath evens.
Snuggling closer to my chest
I hold you gently,
my arms around you
keeping you safe and warm.
Watching you sleep,
wondering if I am in those dreams
that bring a small smile to your lips?
As I lay your head upon the pillow,
gently kiss that smile
and float away.
Was I there
or was it a dream?
