Tag Archive | poetry
Drop #drawing #photography
Originally posted on penned in moon dust:
add a little color insert a story line the subtle drop a magical design contrast adds spice a ripple or wave word or image we gasp, we rave Today’s prompt at DP photochallenge is Contrast. I have been having some fun this week taking my simple pencil drawings…
Market
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Passing through the market Allez! Allez! Allez! Arms laden with the heavy odours Of peach and melon Pêches blanches, melons Paper bag of luxuriant deep red cherries Ah non! C’est français ça! Harvesting the summer Sucré! Sucré! Sucré! I pushed my way past Balancing wooden cageots colour-stamped Spilling Spain…
Fairies in Flight
Originally posted on Regina Puckett:
Fairies in Flight Regina Puckett There were fairies in flight A sign of hope in the night Will they let me go with them To their hidden fairy realm If I promise to learn to sing and fly To lose myself in the bright blue sky I cross my heart…
Place Saint-Michel
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Inspired by crossing Place Saint-Michel this evening. Café chairs Legs stretched, Cigarettes and coffee Murmur of voices in the shade. Flip flops Slide under the table Where pigeons patrol. Hands flap lazily Laughter Tanned faces Black hair. Women with bright headscarves Sit with pushchairs. Old men sit in doorways…
Dear Diary #writing #poetry
Originally posted on penned in moon dust:
I lost you somewhere along the way my constant companion you caught my tears, held my fears and always listened without copious amounts of useless advice confidence held between your binding *** I had to suffer (we both realized) it was part of the metamorphosis the crucible set…
Follow the Leader #pipeline #Ukraine #poetry
Originally posted on penned in moon dust:
Politicize if you may the value of children who are out to play call them back before it’s too late life is cheap at the pipeline grate *** Ukraine it seems is in a vise again always in the middle of stronger men goose step then tank track now…
Heat-Seeking-Missiles
Originally posted on Regina Puckett:
Heat-Seeking-Missiles Regina Puckett Taunts thrown like little sharp darts Aimed to pierce through your heart One mean word will only sting a little bit Not that it’s something you’ll ever admit But each one stabs painfully at your soul Heat-seeking-missiles reaching their ultimate goal And when there has been enough…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 