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#WritePhoto Dark Matrix
March 1, 2018
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dark-hills
Rolling hills in memory’s vault of treasure
Go on forever, leading to paths of pleasure
That end on the shores of the deepest sea
Surrounded by deserts without a single tree
The wasteland is dark with shadows of dread
No fauna, no flora, are found as we are lead
Closer to the truth , to the peace of the dead
This dark little poem was written in response to this week’s photo prompt in Sue Vincent’s Echo. Join us every Thursday for a new photo to inspire prose, poetry, or reading pleasure. It is fun to see all the different responses.
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#WritePhoto Dusk Dancing
February 22, 2018
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Dusk
Dancing while the sun disappeared, under a cloudy sky
We never saw it coming, and were shocked as it went by
Some thought it was a dragon, some saw a giant fox
At first we thought it was a trick of the light, a mirage
The silence covered us like a heavy hanging mystery
We stood on the shore expecting a character from history
To descend on our party to pardon our sins and omissions
To make it all better, to save us, to improve our conditions
We waited in vain for prophecy or guidance to appear
As darkness fell on the crowd, desperation became fear
Down the road in pitch black night the footsteps returned
To home, the safety of the hearth, where fire still burned
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This is a response to this week’s photo prompt by Sue Vincent on the Echo. Please join us each Thursday for a new prompt and the opportunity to read or submit your own piece inspired by her intriguing photography.
#WritePhoto Mustard Seeds
February 15, 2018
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between mustard fields
The path leads through the mustard fields
Breathtaking golden flowers shelter magical beings
Scattering spells, casting dream bait, with tiny seeds
Windy wandering predictions past what we are seeing
Into a future of bold, unprecedented expansion
Followed by a contraction that will teach a new lesson
Mountains may move, and hearts may fill with faith
Still every new sprout must be tended and shaped by nature
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This short poem has been inspired by this week’s photo prompt in Sue Vincent’s Echo. Please join Sue each Thursday for a new photo, and the poems and stories from the previous week’s prompt. Read, comment, or submit your own story this week. It is fun to see all the variety in the responses.
#WritePhoto Crow Games
January 11, 2018
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crow
Our position has been discovered by the crows
Someone left a shiny piece of aluminum foil
On the ground next to the campfire last night
This morning we are surrounded by the curiosity
Of these black inspectors who went through our packs
Looking for treasures they could stash for later
Finding our party lacking in basic bling they demanded
That we surrender the rest of our food to them
Tormenting us with a screeching cacophony of bird anger
They let us know what a tremendous disappointment
We have been to them by pecking out our eyes
The sky went dark just before the explosion
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This little ditty was composed in response to this week’s photo prompt in Sue Vincent’s Echo. Please join us to read, write, comment and enjoy different takes on this weekly photo.
#WritePhoto Mystical Window
January 4, 2018
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winter-roseIn deepest slumber on the coldest night of my life
I was shown a vision with no explanation or key
A window appeared to float above my dreaming soul
It beckoned me to gaze into the unknown to learn
Why our daily lives now are so deeply troubled
Roses, symbols of love and sainthood, bloomed
Still somehow danger and decay very closely loomed
I woke in a cold sweat without a clue to what it all meant
#writephotoThis short poem is a response to the photo prompt this week on Sue Vincent’s Echo. Every week Sue post a new image to inspire writing. Please join us to read, comment, or write your own interpretation.
Withdraw
December 27, 2017
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Step away from the battle, place your weapon on the ground
Look intensely at this serious enemy you think you have found
How does this stranger offend? What makes this human bad?
Your history with prejudice is rooted in a deeper cultural
belief
From which you now must free yourself in order to find some relief
warfare
Break with the past and change the scripted outcome before it is too late
predictable patterns
#WritePhoto Thaw
December 21, 2017
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thaw
Crimson mittens kept our fingers warm as we marched up the hill in the forrest. Our lunch was still heavy in our systems while we trudged through the snow on the icy path looking for firewood. The night before we had slept at our grandparents’ cabin, full of memories, old books, letters, and games. We sifted through the boxes of photos, finding some that had been taken of our childhood visits. Those black and white images of our grandparents before their hair turned white flooded us with sentimentality.
We sat next to the fireplace telling stories and laughing about our youth until we had consumed all the dry wood. Watching the embers die and darkness descend was like witnessing the energy drained from those gentle ancestors who left us this cabin. They spent their lives in remote isolation, content with nature’s schedule. The grandchildren came for a month every summer, but returned to the city for the rest of the year. Now that they were gone we came out on winter holiday to take care of the place and decide what to do with it. It was the first time we had seen the place in winter. It was the only time we had been there without our grandparents.
We found a few pieces of dry wood tucked into a cranny in the rocks. We carried enough back to the house to make one more fire. This time the stories turned solemn, and spirits joined together in a mutual sadness and loss. We had busy lives, rarely stopping to reflect. None of us gathered our own firewood or even cleaned our own houses in the city. Our family was warmed in the glow of the fire, and let go of the daily grind. We recognized the loss of our grandparents was also the loss of a way of life none of us had embraced. The cabin contained traditions and memories that were melting like the snow, dissolving into the earth. This year the thaw will wash away most of our family’s connection to this place. It is possible to gain a fortune and lose it again many times. Once time is gone, it will never return.
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Please join Sue Vincent each Thursday for a photo prompt on her Echo. Read, comment, or write your own story, poem, or essay here. The responses are many and varied.
Phantom Dreams
December 12, 2017
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dreamscape
Dim lighting in the hallway that leads to the chamber
Where dreams become part of the sequence of life
Sleeping sprits ignite the vapors of memory contained
Within a secret dark closet under the stairway of memory
The crowded shelves of images and words are dusty
Brought into focus only during the deepest slumber
dreamscape
Stone Dragon Studio
December 7, 2017
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I had the pleasure of meeting Dyna Chin in Tumacacori, AZ last weekend. Her hilltop shop, Stone Dragon Studio, commands an impressive view of the Santa Cruz Valley. The leather workshop is situated near her home, a property she has recently acquired. The work she does with leather is artful and made with extreme care and craftsmanship. She crafts custom pieces, such as the story belts, for customers who want a special personal wearable art. She also designs and makes a variety of utilitarian bags, purses, vests, belts, and wallets which are available full time to customers who want to indulge a wild west fancy in a glamorous way. Her fashions are distinct and classy, as well as highly functional. I highly recommend a visit to see this art in person.
salad and quince tarts
She had prepared a lavish buffet for guests to enjoy during her open house. Her second passion is food, which was easy to taste in the quince tart and mesquite flour cookie I sampled. She does catering for some local people and has plans in the works to begin serving brunch on the weekends on her beautiful hill overlooking Tumacacori. Dyna adds a distinct new artful flair to this already diverse and deeply interesting part of the world.
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