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#HaikuPoetryDay Desert Skyku
April 17, 2018
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desert sky
desert sky
Desert wind blows clouds
Past the horizon
Infinity calls
desert sky
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#NaPoWriMo2018 #WritePhoto Shelter
April 5, 2018
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shelter
Wilderness holds secrets known only to the creatures who inhabit the place
Our visiting feet pass by too quickly to feel the rhythm underground
We keep the earbuds on and miss the harmonic symphony of nature’s sound
Our vision is impaired by limits we accepted without thinking for ourselves
After this picnic comes and goes this will always belong to fairies and elves
To find our place in this puzzle we must look at the world we think we rule
With respect for all sentient beings, every wizard, clown, teacher, and fool
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This is a response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, and it is also the 5th day of #NaPoWriMo2018. This post is killing two poetry birds with one stone. Enjoy the other writers who create responses to this photo on Sue’s Echo. Read, write, and comment on the poets by following the hashtag #NaPoWriMo. It is all poetry all the time in April!! Enjoy!
#NaPoWriMo2018 Nature Speaks
April 1, 2018
cactus in bloom
penstemon
Placing emphasis on the response we linger over words
That will pass over the heads and minds of others
The spark of imagination was kindled by the firebird
The same mythical phoenix that spoke to our mothers
Our native tongue has been twisted, distorted by lies
It is up to us to bring back the language of the skies
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This is the first day of National Poetry Writing Month. I write 30 poems in 30 days each April to honor my famous ancestor poets. Join the fun with poets from all over the world here. Read, write, rap, and have some fun with words this month!!!
#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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Desert Wind
February 23, 2018
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desert colorThe wind blows down from the mountains at daybreak
The treetops sway while birds take off to hunt for prey
The sky is full of wings, soaring and circling above
The small creatures hide in hopes of living another day
We take the water, brew the tea, sip it on the balcony
Nature’s law seems so remote while we live this way
desert color
desert color
desert color
#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
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Path Through Darkness
December 26, 2017
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darkness and light
Dangerous winds whistled in from the south with news
That change was in the air and revolutions brewed
In the darkness spies crawled into town like snakes
Slithering around the gossiping crowd, those slimy fakes
Gathered intelligence they planned to use in the war
Dust clouds on the horizon brought a shivers and fear
The future loomed so crazy, but there was nowhere
Left for anyone to go but there
fire
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