You are so tired your pain is tangible it breaks my heart to see you struggling. You are so brave you insist on your walk no matter how it makes you suffer. Your breathing is so laboured as you walk, well wobble, you limp on all four legs. Your wound still weeps as I do as I watch you. We both hide our pain as we know your Daddy is denying your struggles…he knows but it’s unspoken. You may have weeks, months or days I just pray you are happy.
As you sleep do you dream of youth? Puppy play and training to assist. No rest, training starts young in truth So much expected of you the heaven kissed. You served, you worked , we gave you play. We loved you from afar until the day You came to live with us We hope you have enjoyed your retirement A princess among dogs we love you Our children and their children love you too.
A sunset red and gold is stunning, nature at her best. Crystal clear starry night, crisp and white midwinter snow pristine. Blossom on a bough smells devine, nature excells and keeps evolving.
Nature knows to accept age with good grace, nothing stops time’s pace. Trees ignore wrinkles in their bark, happy to hear a song lark. We’d learn from nature, she has the measure of the universe.
Our host LindaGHill is here again with the Daily Prompt! Today is January 14th, so this is the 14th prompt for Just Jot it January 2022, and it’s brought to us by Maggie. Thank you, Maggie! Please be sure to visit her blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 14th, 2022, is “freckled.” Use the word “freckled” any way you’d like. Have fun!
Freckled skin is beautiful, as beautiful as skin that is freckleless. Some people like to comment on appearance, especially children. My eldest son has red hair hair, blue eyes and freckles. When he was little he did stand out and people made assumptions about him. Now he is a grown man his hair and freckled skin have tamed down a little. He has to be very careful in the sun because his skin is so pale. Lots of factor 50.
He has travelled the world and has taken him bike with him on many occasions. When he and his friend travelled Vietnam and Cambodia my son caused some constanation in some of the out of the way, off of the beaten track villages with his pale skin and red hair.
RED is my hair green are my eyes LIGHT are my thoughts like butterflies. GREEN the feelingd you have for me. LIGHT weight the side of me that you see. AMBER freckled skin creased by my smile LIGHT my day, stop ribbing me for a while.
This beautiful Guy lives in Wales near an old mill we stayed in last month. I am so grateful that I could capture his spirit and bring him home with me .
Join in this lovely challenge and post a photographic square daily for one month every quarter. The theme changes every quarter and is announced on this blog a few weeks, occasionally days, in advance of the challenge month. The challenge months are January, April, July and October.
July 8, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that features feathers. It can be a single feather or more. Where did the feather come from? Does it hold meaning to the character or story? Go where the prompt leads!
Feathers.
Tom reached out and caught the feather. He smiled, angel feather he thought.
The angel above him was weeping, their feathers were falling soon so would the angel.
Tom held the feather, “jump” he said looking up, “I will catch you.” The angel knew they could trusted him, Tom had faith enough for both of them.
Another feather fell into his hand, the angel’s tears dried and they smiled. Taking the leap of faith the angel fell into Tom’s arms. Falling the angel became whole. Love shone from Tom’s eyes. The angel naked but safe knew he was home.
A beautiful clip from Sue Vincent’s silent Eye Blog.
“The circle opened its heart to welcome me back… and ‘welcoming’ was exactly the feeling Stuart reported later, with a good deal of surprise. It was not what he had expected from the place at all. It is hard to find words that describe it… as if each of the different types of stone… the sarsens, bluestones, gneiss and many others… all sing a different note, but no matter how beautifully they harmonise, their song needs to pass through the human heart in order to be heard, felt and lived. So it was with tears of gratitude streaming… and probably a very silly grin… that we finally entered the circle of stones.”
Today is Thursday and if Sue Vincent was not fighting her own battle she would of set us her weekly #writephoto. So here is one I wrote back in November 2019 .
For visually challenged writers, theimage shows a bay with clear, glassy water, reflecting blue sky and clouds. The bay is surrounded by green hills, one of which may be an island in the distance.
Today for Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge We have been asked to write about a Katydid. We do not have Katydids in England but I have seen and heard them when on holiday abroad. Today I have written a Haiku about the image Frank gave us and also Tanka.
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