Narrow #photography #challenge

walk these halls

resonant voices of the past

empty now

I found this one day when I was operating the elevator in the Smithsonian. I wanted to explore but I had to let my camera do what I could not.

Thanks City Sonnet for the month long challenge. Today’s prompt “narrow”

The Day She Wore Red #microfiction

It promised to be a beautiful day full of white lace and champagne toasts. The dress swished as she walked. Like a princess she smiled at her entourage of hope. Handsome men were clad in grey and they waved to the bridemaids across the corridor. The chords of beautiful music floated from the chapel as the doors were opened … waiting.

“Here’s you bouquet.” The bride inhaled the beauty of the day.

“This is your course unless…” a family member looked more solemn than she should.

“What can go wrong?” the bride wanted to fling her bouquet toward happy tomorrows.

The day and everything about it was perfect.

****

She opened her gift as he went to get champagne for a toast. In it was a cold gray blade that mirrored the flicker of candlelight. A note was caressing it.

Slit your throat and make an easy end or your life. Or choose that each day will be torment and hell. ~ A

“Who would slit their throat?” she gasped back tears that were supposed to be relishing future happiness.

“There is one other option.” She heard a whisper in the crackles of the fire. “His instead of yours.”

With her head in her hands, she reached a resolution.

“What groom would want his bride to take her life?” She looked at the knife and slipped the note in her corset.

He came in rather unsteady with a bottle in hand. A look of surprise that she wasn’t lying dead on the floor; instead she was clothed in black leather.

“You have decided then.” He laughed a nepharious cackle.

“Yes” she slid the sharp blade silently against a bulging jugular.

“Here dear this belongs to you.” She deftly place the knife in his right hand and tucked a note into his pocket. It explained that he could not continue a life where he was trapped with a woman he did not love.

“Can’t get this soiled.” White lace was folded and carefully put in a pillow case. She slipped into her red travelling dress glad that he had told her he liked red headed lovers. The wig presented an excellent disguise.

“I’m glad you insisted on red.” she whispered to her husband as she slid into 4 inch red stilettos.

She left the black riding whip on the bed stand. “For another time perhaps…”

Cream Meeting Place #photography #Uganda

business meeting

It’s noon

sun radiates on cars and people

place to meet

swamp flower

radiant beauty like the sun

lovely Uganda

I marvel at the beauty of Uganda. Her people are also very industrious. The cars (top picture) are used for meeting places out of the sun. Children also get out of the heat and pretend they are driving even when the cars are stacked on top of each other – think of the view.

Thank you Cee Neuner for a community where photographers share beauty and life… This week’s prompt is cream or white colour.

Defaced #poetry

I stand awaiting your approval

 a fresh finished canvas

anticipating the final touch

but you the artist are unsatisfied

rather than a final wash of color

a knife rips through the center

displacing form and hope

dangling from the frame

I hear the sound of

drip drip drip

paint leaves its mark

indelible is bold crimson

on the floor where I once stood

a blot that can never be removed

but really what does all this ruin matter

for all that I was is done

dreams slashed

the palette dries

ugly hue the color of mud

and I can neither look up or down

I am a flailing bit of ruined possibilities

 

Do you ever look at something you’ve archived? Whether a drawing, a painting, or a poem some are worth excavating. This is such a poem that has possibilities.

You Keep Me Running… #poetry

I run toward the sun

press hope to my soul

will feet forward

rough and dusty road

 

Look over my back

pursuit darkness’ aim

a claim upon my life

forward, aghast they gain

 

I run toward the son

press hope to my soul

will feet forward

rough and dusty road

*

life is in the balance

in my shoe  a stone

press on a little longer

closer now, I’m home

 

 

 

David a shepherd, a psalmist, a king understood the running from and running toward “something.”

David was always running toward God in faith and running from enemies, his own king, his son, his guilt…

What are you running from? what are you running toward?

Are you longing for a peaceful green pasture to lay down on today?

Are  the talons of fear and darkness digging into all hope, all resolve?

Call out  to Jesus you who are weak, afraid, burdened.

 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”

Mathew 11:28

A New leaf #fall #hope

Golden arch way

color spectrum full

fall beckons

Fall is such a lovely time of the year. The air cools and we are beckoned to follow a path of golds and reds.

What does today’s path look like? Probably different than one year ago.

Though the path we are on today may seem to go in directions we wish it would not, we (those who believe in Christ) have the assurance that there is hope, fulness and glory at the end of Life’s path.

I cannot imagine what Heaven will look like though I try. Golden, always light, joy are some of the words that accompany the thoughts of heaven. I also imagine the lovely voices of children in this world.

“I saw the Lord sitting on the throne, high and lifted up, and the train of His robe filled the temple… The whole earth is full of His glory.” Isaiah 6:1-3

Though the Lord fills the entire space there will be room for us. How is that possible? I guess we will wait to see.

If you do not have that assurance as one who follows Christ do not be dismayed – Christ offers His loving forgiveness to all who will admit that they are a sinner and that Jesus is in fact the one who can wipe (atone) all sin away. Sound easy? it is. Seeking forgiveness means you must put yourself aside and follow the worthy one – Jesus.

Is He radiating hope into your life today? drink from the living water and never thirst again.

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