Colleen's 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 164 #SynonymsOnly

This week Colleen has given us the words Love and Harmony, to use synonymously.

Today I struggling with love and harmony, I think it may of coloured my Tanka.

What good is devotion

When it causes termoil.

Discord, reins supreme

Agony pulls the heart strings

No tranquil, coexistence

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Part of Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #292 Sheep&Weep

This week Ron at Ronovanwrite’s has given us the prompt words , Sheep and Weep. For his Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Image from Pixabay

Grey skies weep huge tears

The wind wails through the valley

The wet sheep huddle.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 8/2020

It’s Saturday and so it’s time for #SoCs and this week LindaGHill said :Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “(un)pack.” Use “pack” or its opposite in your post. Have fun!

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Unpack my heavy baggage relieve me

Of my pain, I am screaming inside

My brain, packed with thoughts, slain, set me free

Running in circles nowhere to hide.

Arrrrrrrrrgh! Pain

Unpack me set me free again.

#SoCs

Unrequieted Love

Image from here

Jump  she said , How  high

Was his gentle  reply.

He  would  do  anything for her

Yet  she  scorned  him and  treated  him like  a cur.

Presents he lavished on her  daily

She  accepted  them then  dismissed him gayly

She  was always on  her way  out

Never  a thank  you, she’d  just  floor him  with a pout.

One  day he could  take  no  more

So  he  pushed  a  note  through  her  front door.

I can’t go  on trying  to  get  your favour

I am wasting  my  time, it shows in your  behaviour .

On her own

Then  he was gone  and  she  was on her own

She  was shocked  to the core, cut right to the bone.

She  really  had  not  realized  how  much  he’d  done  for her

No  she  did  not  realize  she loved  him  til he  was no longer  there!

Thursday photo prompt: Entrance #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the a green and rocky landscape, with a path leading up to a dark-mouthed cave

ENTRANCE

What secrets lie over the threshold

What echos in the dark and cold

Why do I now hesitate

Sealed forever my fate

Decided too late

No point to fight

Less chance flight

In to

Night.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

One Liner Wednesday and Just Jot it January. 15/1/2020./

Image from Pixabay

“They’re funny things, Accidents. You never have them till you’re having them.”

(Eeyore)

#jusjojan.

#1lineWeds.

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2020 Daily Prompt – Jan. 4th

Welcome to the first of this year’s, duel Daily 2020 Just Jot it January Prompt and the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt for SATURDAY, JANUARY 4TH!  Our fabulous host LindaGHill said : Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “ow.” Find a word that contains “ow” or use it as a word in your post. Have fun!

Don’t wallow in sorrow

There’s always some hope you can borrow.

Maybe stay in bed there’s always tomorrow

That may sound pathetic and hollow

Be how long must you misery swallow?

Na, jump in the ocean drown in the billows

Pull up the blankets hide under the pillows.

Now is not the time to follow

The lead of your fellows

No don’t wallow in your sorrows.

Be like the crow don’t follow

Humanity’s sad flow

Make like a fine wine, be mellow.

Be like the the fleeting snow

Hold back those horses shout Wow!

Stoke up the fire your life with bellows

No don’t wallow in your sorrows.

I could go on but I won’t .

#jusjojan

#SoCs

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #286 Ashes&Cocoon

Image Pixabay

Vine or hop induced

Blind and deaf in your cocoon

Life’s ashes and wine

This us part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Thursday photo prompt: Offering #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image below shows a female figure, translucent and rainbow coloured, emerging from mist in which many shapes move. She is holding a bowl. Before her are strange blue pinnacles… which could be close or distant, spires, ice or… something else

The candle burned low as I sat alone contemplating my life. I was alone, cold and to be honest I was afraid. A draft caught the candle and I was in the dark. The blackness was plapable and I was enclosed in it. I could not see a hand in front of me.

It was so quiet I could hear my heart beating, it was a comforting sound, slow and rhythmic. I was totally alone, my life has always been so busy. Family, husband, children, grandchildren, friends. Where were they now. I was in need,but I was alone.

Eventually my eyes grow accustomed to the dark there is still smoke escaping from the candle, as I watch it seems to ignite with soft yellow light, a figure of a woman with glorious long red hair is gliding up in front of her are blue pinacles of light. In her hand she is carrying a bowl, it looks like precious cargo to me.

My sharp intake of breath makes her turn and face me. She smiles at me, I have a great urge to follow her as she is radiating warmth and peace. As I stand to follow her she raises her hand to still me. “No” she whispers “This is not your time” I stand and watch here as she floats off toward the blue lights. Here soft voice floats back to me. “Life is the gift I bestow on you tonight use it well.” Then she is gone.

The candle burst back into life as there is a knock at the door. I turn on the tree lights as I hear voices. It’s the grandchildren. Thank you, I think, I am glad, so glad I staid.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. This image this week is one of the very talented Sue’s paintings.

Mary and Jo Part 20.

Today is the twentyth day of Advent, leading up to Christmas. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry. This chapter is brand new.

Image from Pixabay

Mary was scared, Mary was not sure she was young and never had a baby before. She’d always been a good girl, never played around. Her world had been blown apart that night Gabe had come knocking at her door! He’d told her she’d been chosen to be a mother pure, this came with certain warning and worries galore.

Gabe said her son was to be a king and his father was God and she’d be the Queen of heaven if she accepted the job. This new king would not be born in a palace of gold with ivory walls but in a two star hotel with cheap carpet wall to wall.

Image from Pixabay

The people of the town would welcome them with open arms and astrologers would bring them gifts as would shepherds from local farms.

Image from Pixabay

There would be a star to mark the place where ere they came to rest and there would always be angels around to give the love and help. Now this had all come about, all Gabe’s words came true but it what he told would happen later that was making her blue.

The fear she was feeling was for her unborn child, the and suffering he would endure was just driving her wild. Mary’s tears were falling and she felt such fear. Jo was out , she was alone there was no with comfort, near. Mary had a sudden urge to get up and run. To keep her presious cargo safe why should such an end be the fate of her darling son.

Just when Mary felt that could not breath that she could take no more, to her delight a beautiful dog and cat came through her door.

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