Thursday photo prompt: Wistful #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Wistful

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the early morning mists rising over an empty moorland scene beneath a soft pink sky.

The Earth breathed a sigh

All that was human gone

Birds the only inhabitants of the sky.

The animals and her at last alone.

Mother Nature shed a tear.

Was this guilt, that she felt

Or just relief at the end to her fear.

She had shown her strength with the last blow she’d dealt!

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Welcome to Sue Vincent’s # writephot prompt.

Photo prompt round-up: Lambent #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Crown

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a well trodden pathway through a field of mown wheat. The path leads up a hill to a green mound crowned with jagged standing stones.

Brave New World

The path well trod leads to the stones

Feet bare or shod approach the thrones

The Gods of men look down and smile

The land is bathed in gold for a while.

For man has has been removed, taken out

By an invisible foe, who soon will die no doubt.

There is nought for it to pray upon

So soon the Gods will be alone, beast and virus gone.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 169 #PhotoPrompt

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

It’s the third week of the month! Time for a #PhotoPrompt

So for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka, we have a photo prompt from….

Padre, from Padre’s Ramblings, provided the photo for this month’s challenge. What does this photo say to you? Write some syllabic poetry and tell me what you think. Make sure to give Padre credit for the use of his photo.

This week I have chosen to write a Gogyohka.

Image Credit: ©2020 Padre

Was it the red wine

Or the stars in her blue eyes

That gave her away

Elated one moment broken the next

Smashed like an empty bottle of wine.

Wordless Wednesday.The Best Bouquet I have had this week.

The giver

Thursday photo prompt: Lambent #writephoto

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a ray of light piercing the heavy clouds above a silky body of water bordered by dark hills.

Cold, weary and completely spent

I trudged on , to the future bent.

Through the longest night of my years

I immerged from the veil of tears.

Not expecting anything heaven sent

The scene I met was glorious and lambent.

Silver and goldens rays escape the clouds

The lake aglow devoid of shrouds.

It awoke my soul and raised my heart

So full of hope this was for me, a new start.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge.

Thursday photo prompt: Torrent #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a waterfall, its peat-coloured waters cascading over a rocky ledge and surrounded by trees.

This week’s prompt ~ Torrent

Like life the waters are muddied

What has tainted them we don’t know.

A rust hue has them sullied

As they dive so far below.

Standing on the edge, eyes open wide

Not sure of my feelings

I turn my head to hide.

Wherever I go, whatever my dealings

I cannot escape the the dive.

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 165 #PhotoPrompt

It’s the third week of the month! Time for a photo prompt for Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka. This month Colleen has asked Ritu to provide the photo.

Colleen is looking for Senyru for her book, examples of 3/5/3 and 2/3/2 formats. So I have tried one of each.

Image Credit: © Ritu Bhathal

Firstly a 5/3/5 Senyru

Real fear inspired

Fills the Night.

By evil facade

Secondly a 2/3/2 Senyru

House lit

Unholy.

Chills me.

What do you see # 17- February 17, 2020

Sadje said “Dear friends, in the memory of our dear Hélène I have decided to continue this challenge. I will post a new challenge on 12:00 am PST, every Monday morning.“

Tell me what you see.

Image Credit; Lisa Fotios- Pixabay

Teddy Dear.

You  know all the answers Teddy  but you never tell me the questions

I am not happy here Teddy, have you any good suggestions.

Why do mummy  and daddy go out so such

Leaving us  with Uncle Joe …. he smells and I hate his touch.

Sitting here Teddy, sipping tea by  candle light I feel so unsure.

I love being here Teddy just me and you together here sitting on the floor.

I can hear him moving around downstairs, what shall we do if he knocks on our door.

Shall we go to bed Teddy and pretend we are asleep,we could hide under the sheets.

I don’t like him Teddy he hurts me so,

I can’t tell anyone, he says mummy  and Daddy don’t need to know.

He calls me his little pleasure angel his cuddly ball of joy

I don’t like those names, I hate his games and  I do not like his” toy.”

Time for us to go to bed Teddy, time for us to sleep.

I shall cuddle you Teddy , please protect me if into this room he creeps.

I have  got the bread knife , I know to use it, I am not allowed

But, Teddy I hate his games so I shall cut his “Toy” off as it stands out proud.

Wordless Wednesday New Hope

© willowdot 2020

Thursday photo prompt: Daybreak #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a morning sky aflame above dark landscape, whose horizon is marked only by trees

Daybreak

Woosh! She swirls her skirts around

Orange, gold, grey and blue

Silently, she wakes the day, without a sound.

She crayons the trees in black, anew

Bidding farewell to the night

Gently she drops dew, the land to nourish

Waving off the early bird in flight

She wakes the Sun so we can flourish.

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This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.