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.

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Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 10th, 2020. Dog.

Welcome back! It’s the 10th day of Just Jot it January 2020. Your prompt today was selected by Di at pensitivity101. Thank you so much, Di! 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 10th, 2020, is “dogs.” Use the word “dogs” any way you’d like. Enjoy!

I love dogs, the are the most loving animals, they work with us and for us. The most important thing is they give us unconditional love.

Our Dog Ruby is a retired guide dog, we have taken her for her free run exercise time since she started working at eighteen months, when she retired she came to live with us.

Below is a poem I wrote about a young friend of Natalie, she a real hero. She has a partner and two beautiful and clever children. Ruby and I have the privilege of joining her and Quala, her guide dog on Qula’s Free exercise walks.

I wrote this double Etheree about her and Quala last year .

Blind Faith

Trust

Is all

I ask for.

Never will I

Complain. I will learn.

Eighteen months training.

I always do my best

To help you at play and rest.

I am part of the family

Life without out me is a memory.

I’m your guide dog to help and set you free.

© willowdot21

Trust

In her

I put my

Faith. She helps me.

Blind, I cannot see

Her presence sets me free.

She is with me everyday

We walk the children to the school.

You help me work and play, my best friend.

Quala and me together to the end .

*********

© willowdot21. 2019

Ruby sitting up, Quala laying down.

#jusjojan

Mary and Jo. Part27.

This is part twenty seven of my reworking of the Nativity. From an idea I first wrote in December 2011.

Where are those three wise men, I hear you say where are magi.com are they not coming to pray? They have been busy checking their star charts to see what they say.

image from Pixabay

They must arrive in January, on the fifth day. Now as it happens that is a good thing you see, for they have hiding from Herod. They need to keep their movements hidden from him, to save the baby.

Image from Pixabay

Now don’t you forget them because you will see they will arrive safe on the day pre decreed! They will bring their presents fit for a new king. The the new order of life can begin.

Image from Pixabay.

Mary and Jo Part 25

Today is the twenty fifth day of Advent, Christmas Day. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry

Irena got there first a huge smile on her face, she was so happy to be doing her real job, even if it was in a strange place. She could not believe the sight that met her eyes, there was a cat and a dog and the lady from up the way and doves covered the skies.
Well she thought we can’t move her now she will have to give birth here in the gazebo! It felt so good to be wearing her blues again, Jo was flapping quietly rubbing Mares’ back pretending he was in control…. but that was all in vain!


Annya arrived she almost hurdling the bushes, how are things going she asked Irena, who smiled replied you have made it in time for the pushes. So between the four of them a little babe was born. It was strange it took all night but some how it did not not seem long
Mares seemed so calm , in fact she was serene, Annya was amazed and told Irena for a “first time mum” she was the calmest she’d ever seen. There seemed to be so many people there,angels people later said, with golden flowing hair and bright rings around their heads.
The pets from up the road and the lady too, and some shepherds arrived with their sheep they all wanted to be there too. It all seemed so surreal Oh! was it a dream.Here in the gazebo with doves and sheep and things!! The star above the hotel began to burn so bright it turned the scented garden and gazebo into a haven of light.


And so the babe is born. This the first day of the new dawn. This child has come to lead the way to take us to a better day.
The shepherds brought their sheep as gifts to the young king and his parents in love to keep. Josh has bought his friendship band he placed it in the baby’s hand. The children offered up the paper chains they had made with Mares and she in turn has kissed them all and blew away their cares.
On their way towards the hotel Delph in a limousine our three wise men are approaching fast they want to warn Jo again and fast.
But for now all is light and all is love as the star shines down from heaven above, born for us this day our saviour to wash our sins away.

Mary and Jo Part 23

Today is the twenty third 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. Today’s chapter is another brand new one.

© willowdot21 2019

Look at the this roof Jo my dear, such beauty there. Mary smiled her special smile it had the power to beguile. Mary and Joseph, hand in hand walked among the flowers in this holy land.

© willowdot21 2019

Herod paced his palace surveying all he owned, the gold, the precious stones, the tapestries and tables of food that groaned. Three days ago he’d sent out his troops with a task they did abhor. To kill all boys born within a year or more.

Image from Pixabay

The women screamed the father’s fought all hell was let loose. Stupid Herod had done himself no good, most wanted his head in a noose.

Image from Pixabay

Where were those three guys from magi.com they had promised him information where were they hiding where had they gone.

They were staying in a plush hotel waiting for the birth , they had already made up their minds to give Herod a wide birth.

Image from Pixabay

Meanwhile Mary and Jo return from their walk they lay down so Mary can rest. Soon Mary is sleeping in his arms, Jo hugs her and swears for her and his son he’ll do his very best.

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.

Image from Pixabay

Mary and Jo Part 18

Today is the eighteenth 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

Do you hear the noise Booty girl, can you hear the the braying and the snorting and the croaking and crawing? Do you see the leaping and the hopping and the stumbling becoming louder now a grumbling then a huge rumbling?

© willowdot21. 2019

Can you see the colours Booty girl can you see the feathers and fur swirling and whirling building up to joy? Can you see the hopping and hobblers and jumpers and leaping tibbly tobblers? Are they calling you.

Is your tail a wagging Booty girl and your legs a jaggling and your mouth a drooping and your heart and head a loop-a-looping. Do you want to join the this possession this merry band all dancing paw in hand.

Image from Pixabay

Making nothing of the miles crossing the land. Hopity, bobopity over streams and meadows.

Do you see the black crow and the white dove Booty girl is you your heart full of joy tell me, tell me Booty girl can you feel the love. Come join them Booty girl onwards as they trek ahoy! Come and join them Booty girl. Come and join the the trail to the Delph.

Onwards all to honour the baby.

Image from Pixabay

Mary and Jo Part 17

Today is the seventeenth 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

The children of the staff, of Hotel Delph were happily helping Mares make a paper chains, they asked her to tell them about her angel again. She smiled and told them they all had a guardian angels of their own who watched over them and kept them safe when they were out and when they were at home.

Image from Pixabay

The Children loved this idea they all started searching around. Where are all the angels, there are none here? Mares smiled and said you can not see them but have no fear they are always with you they are always here .

Image from Pixabay

Irena and Annya had both got out their medical books they both sat in the staffroom books open on obstetrics, taking a look. They were both ready for almost anything and prayed to God above to let it go with a swing. The others all felt the buzz something was in the air they all wanted to help and were elated to feel that they really did care.

Image from Pixabay

The lady up the road was sitting in her room still singing happily she was sewing the jacket up it would be on the baby soon. Her cat was playing with the dog next door sitting together on the floor. She smiled at them thinking that if you did not know better it looked as if they were talking, as if they were in the know.

Image from Pixabay

There was something in the air, expectancy was everywhere. As the children were tucked into their beds the words of Mares gently echoed in their heads. It certainly made for happy dreams because for the children Mares had only said so much and covered that in sugar and cream.
As for the future, she foresaw, she told herself look no more the child is not yet born, no point to worry on what is to come no point to sorrow and mourn.

Mary and Jo part16

Today is the sixteenth 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

Image from Pixabay

“I have an idea” said Balthazar “I think we should wear our national robes to show honour to a new king I have mine with me do you two need to go shopping”.
The other two men smiled and produced the robes they’d brought, they had all had but one thought.

The shepherds on the way down from the pastures to the town discussed whether the sheep would be a good idea for the parent’s of the new king to keep. We must take them though our intentions we need to show.
Sitting quietly in the back was Josh a nephew who was out with the shepherds the night the angels came. He will never forget the light, the voices or the beauty, he will never be the same again.
Scouring his mind Josh wanted to find a gift but he had none, then in his pocket something slipped into his hand he did not know at first but his search was done. A friendship bracelet his friend had given him, as he had left to go and fight a war. This bracelet had protected him and now it would carry the protection over to the new king

a gift fit for a king

Sitting back and feeling good he was happy to pass his good luck on to the new child who was to be the One. Easier now in his head he relaxed and closed his eyes and relived last night. The angel and how was lit the countryside. He felt angel wings touch his face and felt his soul fill with grace.

Image from Pixabay

Mary and Jo Part 15

Today is the fifteenth 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

Image from Pixabay

LISTEN TO ME HAVE YOU HEARD I WAS TOLD MY A PASSING BIRD.

My mistress has been knitting all week it has been so long she since has been this happy. She has been singing a song. Now I can tell and this is true I can’t remember her this happy not since I was new!
Well miss pussy my young master has been so excited about a baby soon to be born he has been doing all his home work early, and before school he is up at dawn .
It is that young couple staying at the hotel yes, yes it is. I like their smell. Well miss pussy what do you say shall we go and a visit pay?
I should really love to do so I am so grateful that they have made my mistress sing so. I have a toy mouse as gift I could take, that sounds lovely but it makes me blue, because I have nothing to give them, unlike you. Don’t be silly doggy dear you have lots of love to spare. yes your right when all else fails love is the gift that never pales.
So these two friends of old are going to join the fold of those who’s lives have touched by these two young people who’s child will mean so much.

Image from Pixabay

LISTEN TO ME HAVE YOU HEARD I WAS TOLD MY A PASSING BIRD.

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