This is for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club for the month of December. I keep forgetting to post my picture(s) so decided to do it now, especially since I didn’t write any post-worthy poems today. I colored several pictures this month, and here are two of my favorites.
Inspired by MLMM’s photo challenge #344, this image from WeHeartIt.com :
If you plow forth through butterflies,
Confronting fear, you realize
That’s what it takes to grow a spine.
Fly to your dreams, though strangers whine.
For the Weekly Scribblings at Poets and Storytellers United, our theme is “the things you learned to love because you loved someone else.” I wrote a sevenling. This was a really enjoyable prompt, and writing the poem helped me to reframe something that had been more painful. It really fits with Thanksgiving Day today. Continue reading
This (attempt at a) sevenling is for FOWC: Endorse and this week’s Weekly Scribblings, particularly inspired by this picture:
Carnival Dreams by Shelle Kennedy
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This is for the Sunday Muse, and, rebel that I am, I’m writing this on Tuesday. 🙂 I wrote a half-sonnet (thanks to Larry for this idea). Here is the picture for this week’s Muse:
Many thanks to Linda G. Hill for the one-liner Wednesday and other prompts each week!
“No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other’s worth.”
— Robert Southey
I have been reading a cute little book containing quotations and short poems about friendship, and this was one of my favorite lines in the whole book. How blessed is anyone who has a friend like that! I have at least one.
Once again, I am taking part in Linda G. Hill’s coloring club! This month so far, I have colored 3 or 4 pictures, and we are only halfway through the month. Below is my favorite picture from the past 2 weeks.Â
This is my (late) offering for the Sunday Muse, which I often attempt to write for but which I’ve only posted for once or twice. This week’s image is below:
Monarch butterflies symbolize rebirth:
Kings seeking asylum from
The insanity of Earth,
Refugees to the Moon.
I pray, and kneel, arms
Strong in God’s holy refuge:
Maybe Luna can welcome me too,
I’d be the butterflies’ subject.
This is for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club. No poem with it this time. 🙂 I’ve written a little bit today but nothing that I want to share.Â
Enjoy this adorable picture!Â
This poem is inspired by FFFC #70, the image below:
They are gazing outside the train,
Outside the windowed metal bubble;
He wonders what is to be gained
By staying stuck; it may mean trouble
To leave may be terrifying.
But there remains a world outside
Inner fear might be decrying —
Fight it, flee fear, and cease to hide.
