Tag Archive | children
to my children’s children
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
The future influences the present just as much as the past. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche on the plateau of high-summer we discover true signs of life in the heart-beat of cicadas in the sun among your sisters in the heights of kites and populars something is left there among the gazing…
No heart
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Procrastination strikes again. I had a notification from Elizabeth Frattaroli’s blog that it’s almost the deadline for entries to her flash fiction mini comp. What better spur than a deadline! I’d seen the prompt already, to write a story of 500 words maximum including at least three of the…
Spooky Word Scrambles by Carolyn Kivett and Chris McMullen
Originally posted on readful things blog:
Spooky Word Scrambles by Carolyn Kivett and Chris McMullen These word scramble puzzles consist of spooky words or phrases where the letters have been scrambled. Many of the puzzles relate to Halloween in some way. Solve each puzzle by rearranging the letters to form the word or phrase. For…
No Place on Earth
Originally posted on Regina Puckett:
No Place on Earth Regina Puckett Innocent blood An unbridled flood Leaked upon the ground In it a mother’s hope will drown No graduation, no wedding or offspring No hugs, smiles, or love in which to cling All snuffed out with one blast from a gun No place on the…
Where Have Our Children Gone?
Originally posted on Regina Puckett:
Where Have All the Children Gone? Regina Puckett Weeping over the loss of the truth Mourning for the innocence of youth Where have all the children gone? Is there anyone we can depend on? I long for a gentler, guilt-free time When our schools weren’t filled with crime
Strawberry Memories #haiku #art #poem
Originally posted on penned in moon dust:
missing you fresh early morning scent strawberry fields ** several meals red happy faces dessert for breakfast ** succulent juice white cream on top moon smiles ? ? Strawberry is the Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem prompt for this weekend. What strawberry memories haunt you? I grew up with berries…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 