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#WritePhoto In Sight
August 31, 2017
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sight of the horizon
We sailed for Devil’s Cay out of old Nassau’s harbor
The sea was so calm that the Tongue of the Ocean
Was as smooth as glass with reflections of white clouds
The quiet was suddenly broken with a clap of thunder
Followed by gale force winds that carried us swiftly
To the destination for our meeting with the pirates
Who had promised us part of the booty if we helped them
Rob the Spanish galleon laden with treasure and slaves
We anchored our ship, rowed ashore, and climbed the hill
The tide was rising while we scanned the horizon
Our instincts told us we had been fooled were trapped
On this tiny island with a deep ocean hole in the center
They say the chickcharney had blessed our expedition
Had given us magical powers of perception and stealth
Now as we hide peeking though a round hole in the rocks
It looks like we should anticipate violence, not wealth
We have been very shortsighted and now will regret
Making pacts with buccaneers reeks havoc you won’t forget
#writephoto
This is a response to the photo prompt from Sue Vincent this week on her Echo. Please join us to read, write, comment, and contribute to the fun. Follow the hashtag #writephoto.
#WritePhoto Crack In Time
August 24, 2017
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cracked
Saturn cracked up when he made the spring erupt and spew
Hot molten lava down the side of the mountain leaving few
Alive to bury the dead and rebuild the city in a safe location
The handful of citizens still looked to the pantheon for all creation
Life began anew when the summer rains brought water to the land
Green shoots and busy insect colonies sprung up to cover the ground
After some time the wildlife carefully returned, built nests and found
That Saturn in retrograde sets very strong limits and restrictions
That break down many great obstacles to living without addictions
Father Time
Please join us on Thursdays for a photo prompt from Sue Vincent’s Echo that inspires these stories and poems. Comment, read, or write your own version here. There is great variety and talent in the mix.
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Listing To The Left
August 11, 2017
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crew
Returning from the voyage with a dangerous leak in the hull
The ship barely remained afloat while listing toward starboard
The lifeboats had all been deployed when the mast snapped
The crew had no choice but to try to make land on the carcass
Of the wooden vessel, laden with treasure, sinking from the weight
Plundered booty, food stores and ammunition, symbols of victory
Were all tossed overboard in an attempt to save human life
What did this say about the success of the voyage?
How does this comfort those who drowned in the service
Of the now deceased captain of this ship?
Wonder
August 6, 2017
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space
Inside the circular passage the whispers bounced
Off the reflections of the insinuations left by the past
Inner balance outer strength come with hard choices
When clouds obscure the top of the peak it is unclear
If there is a reason to climb today to the higher ground
Did pioneers or invaders carve this path on which we travel?
Sails Under Stars
August 1, 2017
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nature
nature
nature
How does the navigator read the map of the stars at night?
Do the winds and tides hold secrets used to predict a fight?
We have little knowledge of our history, and even less of our fate
This ship on which we are sailing is loaded down with pieces of eight
Stolen from pirates in the last century down on the Outer Banks
Our treasure has become our curse as we labor without thanks
Our masters run a cruel ship, violently whipping the crew
We would have never joined their side if we had known what’s true
Hacked
August 1, 2017
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spamalina
As soon as we opened the office door the phone rang
The voice on the end of the line spoke Chinese
Asked us for a currency exchange rate off the bat
We had nothing to sell and felt creepy about buying
Anything sold over the phone in a foreign language
We passed on the offer then turned up the tunes
Proceeded to finish the task at hand in high spirits
Nobody knew what the communication had meant
We wondered how those people knew our number
After the work slipped away and we lost our livelihoods
We found out they had hacked our system with that call
Our data was used to design a cheap knock off product
That ran our establishment completely out of business
#WritePhoto Last Windmill
July 27, 2017
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the last windmill
The pump beneath the windmill brings water to the fields
Narrow streams flow gently between the grain and weeds
Sustaining this small patch of land was easier in the past
Today we watch industry sprawl then collapse just as fast
In our youth we did not imagine this could happen here
That the last windmill in service would be held so dear
Ceremonies and pageantry now commemorate the times
When Mother Nature spoke to us in stories and in rhymes
#writephoto
Join writers from around the world each Thursday to respond to the photo prompt generously provided by Sue Vincent on her Echo blog. Read, write, and comment here on last week’e entries.
Terror Trap
July 25, 2017
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symbolic
When the center of town exploded we checked the sky
Nobody could see the cause of the blaze or find out why
Our news was jammed and twitter was disabled tonight
We are not sure if this is an invasion, a prank, or a fight
If our communications are stopped we will quiver in fear
It will be of no use to have all the latest of apps and gear
Please send us a signal, a message, a hint or a sign
Are we surrounded by zombies, or enemies of some kind?
We have become hyper-vigilant, paranoid, and obsessed
Is this one road we have traveled doomed or blessed?
symbolic
#WritePhoto Melting Mask
July 20, 2017
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mask
The door was blocked by a large figure standing next to the fire
His face obscured by smoke, his identity concealed from us,
He moved with deliberate intent so swift and sure he seemed a ghost,
A phantom memory of the times when this place served as the center
Of a large and looming ogre with scary tendrils reaching into every nook
We were not sure if he entered the flames on purpose or was pulled
By fate or backdraft into the inferno that had started so suddenly
The night exploded as the bright red fire consumed the mask of power
Some rejoiced as the melting symbol of the past became a molten puddle
Most of us wondered how long it would be before the area would be safe
We all believed the melting mask was telling us to take great precaution
#writephoto
This poem is a response to this week’s photo prompt from Sue Vincent’s Echo. Each Thursday she posts a photo. She is a very good sport to post for us this week since her own computer exploded and has made access to her photo collection tedious. Thank you Sue. We appreciate your generosity. Please join other writers here to read, write, comment on last week’s prompt.
Keeping Our Cool
July 3, 2017
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best wishes
To whom can we look for guidance in crisis?
The sea is full of troubled waters and dying fish
Our battles and embroiled excuses do not end with ISIS
Our future floats lifelessly on the surface, a futile wish
For earth to find the harmony needed to stay alive
While we argue viciously about every possible decision
Blindly contradicting truth only helps ignorance thrive
Time leaves us with fewer options to complete our mission
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