I was nominated by my friend Geoff Lepard to one favourite travel picture a day for ten days without explanation, then to nominate someone else to participate. That’s 10 days, 10 travel pictures, and 10 nominations. Now I nominate Mister Ohh! at Mister Ohh’s sideways view. Please link to me so I know you have participated. If you are not interested, no problem. If you want to guess where this is, feel free. I might even let you know if you are right.
Day: Dec 31, 2020
Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Christmas Lights
Fingers almost blue, toes numb like her soul.
Fear has her in it’s grip , she was no longer whole.
The lights twinkle on the water and the snow
Eyes closed she stands silently rocking to and throw .
Warmth and home seemed a million miles away.
Under this bridge damp and bitter her only place to stay.
Tears cannot fall when frozen but they hurt as much.
She longed for a gentle word or loving touch.
Watching the lights on the water dance.
Like little fairies they leap and prance.
Music floats across the water to her ears
Laughter and an happy voices, she hears.
Tired, so tired she slumps down on the frozen ground
Watches the lights from the house praying never to be found.
Maybe she could of spoken out but she had not dared.
Who would believe her who would of cared
Slowly life slips away from her grasp.
Suddenly she is held in a warm, kind clasp.
A soft voice takes her to a happier place
She opens her eyes and sees God’s face.
Anywhere Evening News. Years Eve 2016 :another drug addict found dead under the the bridge opposite the Ferryman’s Inn.
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 38: (BASH) in the D rhyme line.
It is Wednesday and time for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Déima challenge. Ron said “You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (BOUND and Sway). and this Décima Challenge of BASH in the D rhyme line. This means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 are separate but can be combined if you choose to do so.” I do choose too.
Bound and Sway. Décima.
Bound and tied, I am your plaything.
I am caught in your magic sway.
Your indulgence is all I crave
Play my senses, til my heart sings
Such delight your hands give me wings.
I sway and moan in ecstasy Use me now I’m no longer free
I beg for more, my hopes you dash.
Letting me fall with a loud bash.
You leave me breathless and empty.