Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 312 Intent&Thought

© willowdot21

Rediscovering

Nature is my sole intent

All life here in thought

The Challenge Words! From Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Intent&Thought

One-Liner Wednesday 29th April 2020

There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for. J.R.R. Tolkien

J.R.R. Tolkien

Part of LindaGHill’s #1linerWeds

Thursday photo prompt: Together #writephoto

This is my contribution to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Together.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the sun painting a golden pathway across the sands and sea

All was silent and quiet no movement on the horizon. Just the golden path that lead from her feet to the setting sun. The waves gentle washed the beach shifting age old sands as it had always done. Looking left and right she saw just sea and beach, perfect she thought.

The warmth of the sun touched her, a feeling she had always enjoyed. Bending she scooped up some shells from the beach and marvelled at their beauty, their perfect shapes and gentle colours.

Peace filled her being this was how it was in the beginning, before they came, before they tried to kill her, and almost succeeded.

Smiling she thought of all the havoc they had reeked all the greed and mistakes. She had given them warnings and ultimatums finally for all their technology she had beaten them with a tiny invisible microbe. They had caused it, through greed and cruelty, to cross species and attack them. Now for all they thought they were they were gone.

Those few that survived? She had high hopes for them. Hopefully they had learnt their lesson well. They would learn to share her world.

A voice desturbed her thoughts, it was him, calling to her. Gia lifted her hands to the sky and walked towards the sun , gentle waves under feet. The gentle voice said “I thought only I could do that” Gia smiled as she went to meet the Maker. They smiled and said as one ” Perhaps they will get it right this time “

Image from Pixabay.

One-Liner Wednesday

“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.“

– William Shakespeare

This is linked to LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Badge by Laura @ riddlefromthemiddle.com

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: Still #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Still

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a peaceful and still pond, surrounded by green, with sheep grazing in the field beyond. The sky is blue and the branches of the trees are just beginning to show their leaves…

Spring hopes eternal

New life flourishes and blooms

Blue skies lift spirits

Nature opens her palate

Blues and greens to lift spirits.

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

#writephoto.

Thursday photo prompt: Storm #writephoto

This week’s prompt for #writephoto ~ Storm

For visually challenged writers, the image shows stormy sky above a ruined tower, perched above earthen banks and ditches.

Calador took Lisa in to his arms and smiled down at her. She looked tired and small but no a day older than when they had met fifteen long hard years ago. Her eyes, that deep blue, indicative of witches showed the pain those years of war had taken on her soul.

Hope was ahead of them now striding up the hill towards what was left of Ewan’s Castle and the deep trenches that had been used to deter the hosts of Vampires. “Come on you two” she called, “there’s a storm closing in and I for one could do without getting soaked again” Calador laughed and shouted back, “It might be cold but the sky is clear no sign of a storm!” Hope laughed loudly. Lisa smiled and hugged Calador, “Come on , you know she is always right she can feel the weather, see the future, past and present” she said braking free from Calador’s hold and heading up hill.

As they reached the top of the hill and crossed the earthworks the skies darkened and the first drops if rain began to fall.

As they entered the Mott, all that was left of the castle the warmth greeted them. The fire in the kitchen filled the whole place with heat and the smell of stew cooking. Leona was there Hope threw her arms around her, she had great affection for this woman who had helped raise her. Who had kept her hidden in plain sight within her own large brood.

As Calador and Lisa walked towards the Great hall Ewan came out to meet them. He greeted them both warmly.”It is very fortuitous that you have all visited today. Alicia and the witches council have asked me to bring you here tonight.” He added, ” I fear there is a storm brewing! ”

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

#writephoto

This is part of my continuing my story ‘Vampires the Witch and the Werewolf’ you can read the story so far here.

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.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 161 #PhotoPrompt

It is the third Tuesday of the month and so it time for our photo prompt from Colleen.

This month’s photo prompt has been provided by me. What does the photo say to you, tell your story in syllabic poetry. Just rely on your emotions.

The young couple at the airport told us (the old couple) of their very recent wedding. They spoke of how beautiful and lavish it had been . They enthused about the food and the guests and the sun-kissed honeymoon they were about to embark on. Yet the bride’s eyes and hands told me a more valid story.

Life’s Patterns, A Nonet.

My

Hands show

Rich patterns

Of my new life

Painted carefully

By Auntys and sisters

To prepare me , as the bride

My heart soars at the sight of them

I am now joined to the man I love.

They symbolise our new path together.

©2019 Willow Willers

I wish them well.

This is part of Colleen’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge.

Follow the schedule listed below:

New Decade, Acrostic Poem.

Now we stand on the abyss
Everyone of us accountable
Why have we closed our eyes.
Drowning and burning we fly
Earth we spoil deaf to her cry
“Careful you are killing me
Are you are all too blind to see”
Dare we ignore the warning
Earth is screaming.