Written for Sadje’s “What Do You See” #317
Here’s where the photo prompt took me.
Tag: Seasons
RDP Sunday: turn
Today at RDP, drkottaway asks us
to get creative with the word ‘turn’.
Thanks, Doc! Here’s my take.
October & April
This week at Glyn Wilton’s Mixed Music Bag,
he’s asking us to write about a song in which
the title or a line mentions the current month.
Here’s my October artists and their song.
Autumn Breeze
Written for Gerry & Sue’s Weekly Prompts
Weekend Challenge, using the word ‘shimmering’.
Here’s were the prompt word took me.
Like A Leaf On A Breeze: A Haibun
Written for d’Verse Haibun Monday 10.21.24 ~
Fall Foliage or Spring Blossoms. Here is my haibun.
Whether winter, spring, summer or fall, the view from my bedroom window has afforded me comfort and solace in times of physical and emotional struggle. The simple, unadorned panes of glass are a constant in my life, keeping me company, offering the best show in town. After all, what could be better than observing the changes brought about by Mother Nature? As the daily view gradually transforms, so do I. The delicate buds that caressed the tree branches in spring burst open full of life to face the summer sun; now they cling precariously to those same branches, a dainty necklace of copper, bronze and gold strands. More sky is visible through scantily clad tree limbs. Oh, what a tantalizing tease! The silvery glow from the hunter’s moon is an organic lightshow. What will tomorrow bring?
spring blossoms plant warm wet kisses
fall leaves crunch underfoot
winter flakes form crystal blankets
NAR©2024
This is “Forever Autumn” by the Moody Blues
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Isn’t Life Strange: An Ovi Poem
Written for Ovi Poetry Challenge 45: Season is our inspiration
Remembering my childhood toys
Yoyos and skates and other joys
And making signs that read “No Boys”
I had so much fun being six
Remembering my teenage games
My jeans always had brand names
How I teased and sprayed my wild mane
Trying to look so very cool
Remembering my salad days
Into your golden eyes I’d gaze
The Beatles were all the craze
But the Stones could really rock
Remember our newborn baby
We’d get some sleep at night maybe
Pregnant again this is crazy
That’s three kids in just three years
Remember our boys starting school
One plus one and the golden rule
Kids on the playground being cruel
A fat lip and a blackened eye
Remember the day our son wed
The champagne went straight to my head
We danced till we fell into bed
That was such a wonderful night
Remembering our grandchildren
I guess we got older but when
You haven’t changed a bit since then
You’ll always be my one true love
Remembering when you left me
You were here then gone suddenly
I keep asking how can this be
You weren’t supposed to die
Remember the springtime of life
The summer I became your wife
The autumns and winters of strife
I’m so damn lonely without you
NAR©2024
This is “Isn’t Life Strange” by the Moody Blues
All text, graphics and videos are copyright for The Sicilian Storyteller, The Elephant’s Trunk and The Rhythm Section and is not for use by anyone without permission. NAR©2017-present.
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