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.

Escape Life Line.

Image from Pixabay

I had to leave the party, my head needed a break so I took my shoes off and I stole off to the lake.

The moon was glinting silver on water and there was a fine mist it all looked to beautiful, fresh and angel kissed.

I could hear the music from the party floating on the air the warm gentle night caressed me as I stood  alone and peaceful there.

The breeze took up a little and the clouds began to part and such a handsome moon appeared it almost stopped my heart.

I wanted to run up the moon beams I wanted to get way, I need a lifeline to save me. To open my eyes like the moon did just then , open  my eyes give me a lifeline and set me free

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 30th, 2020. Finished.

Welcome to your 30th prompt for Just Jot it January 2020! Today’s prompt comes to us compliments of Lauren. Thank you, Lauren! 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 30th, 2020, is “finished.” Use the word “finished” any way you’d like. Enjoy!

I have done an Acrostic poem today.

image from Pixabay

Finished, I have had enough

I can take no more of your stuff

No, finally I have eyes to see

Isolated and lost, a shadow of me.

So I am going to make a stand

Have I shocked you? That’s grand!

Ever I’ve been at your beck and call.

Done, we are finished that’s all!

Jusjojan

Flying High

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Carry me high,

Up into the blue sky.

I need to float I want to fly.

I grow weary of the ties that bind

I need to leave it all behind.

Draped in royal purple

And midnight blue

I am ready to break through.

Flocks of ravens wing my heels

Amid the thermal my soul weals

I glide and whirl,

Down I tumble and twirl

Gloriously my satin wings unfurl.

I dash from horizon to the moon

Leaving vapour trails in rainbow

hue.

No not wispy white for me

High-flying honestly free.

Above the earth for all to see

My spirit escaped mercifully free,

OH! thank God at last, cut loose and flying free.

Trapped Soul

For years it fought against it’s tether

Yet the harder it fought the more it would wither.

It  caused itself so much pain,

Yearning for a freedom it never could gain.

Finally exhausted it decided one day

To no longer try to break away.

It decided that it should be what it should be.

So the soul stopped fighting, relaxed. Immediately it was set free.

Top picture from Pixabay, the second is mine .

Twittering Tales #121 – 29 January 2019

This is my entry for Kat Myrman of Like Mercury Colliding. Twittering Tales

Photo by Oleg Magni at Pexels.com

Hearts and Stars.

He was delighted, that last beating must of worked. At last she was being wifely. The smell was delicious. She gave him a plate of cookies. He ate them all to her delight.”Bastard” she thought as she waited for the poison to work. Her bags packed and ready in the car.
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No apologies for the video you don’t need to watch it.

Scary October 21

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is a release from evil control. Another Etheree.

Image from Pixabay

Escape

Lost

She ran

Blindly to

Escape the man

Who beat her each night

Sadly into the arms

Of the dark angel of death

Who took her for his very own

Gratefully taking his hand she sighed

Free at last her bruised soul, now she had died.

Twittering Tales #92 – 10 July 2018

This is brought to you care of Twittering Tales, from Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding.

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The Bank holiday Monday

All morning in the heat of the car “how much longer, are we there yet” Finally there. The heat had the beach rammed packed. They piled out the car, windbreak,bucket,spades, packed lunches, kids. Caught like sardines on overcrowded beach. “How long do we have to stay” she thought.

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Photo from Pixabay

Twittering Tales: 14 February 2017

Image found here

​They had escaped,time was theirs.Fish and chip lunch then ice cream. Afterwards he drew his feelings for her on the beach.No one to say No! (139 Characters)

Above my entry to Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding Twittering tales. 

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Screen, Acrostic and Haiku

Our Lovely  LindaGHill has  set us  our  SoCs  challenge  for  this  weekend  she announced  yesterday: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “screen.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!” 

So my  entries  are an Acrostic  poem  and  a Haiku.

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The Screen

Sitting  in the  waiting  room staring  at  the  TV screen

Concentrate on the program trying not to scream.

Relentlessly going over things deep inside  my  mind

Everything seems  normal but it is not for  you you find

Entering  the room , the Dr pulls back a screen

No need  to worry my dear things look  better  than they  have ever been.

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The Silk Screen.

Brightening her day

It’s beauty took her faraway

Her joy and escape.

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