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”
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 asContinue reading “The Day She Wore Red #microfiction”
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 pretendContinue reading “Cream Meeting Place #photography #Uganda”
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 boldContinue reading “Defaced #poetry”
Monochrome Tulip © 2016 Moondust Designs Many thanks to City Sonnet for the photo challenge for November. Today is a shot in Monochrome
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i am quite certain deathbeds are uncomfortable none will surely fit the breadth of your existence nor the sorrows from your loss ?
blue skies ten boys played soccer taken by surprise We never know when disaster will strike. My dear friend was hit by lightening several days before and survived. Sadness mingles with gratitude.
Broken before life’s current jolt fill cracks with sand “It’ll heal” I’m told give me half that will have to do who needs a heart give me some glue tears cant be caught nothing to sift hand me a shovel I’ll bury what’s left
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 isContinue reading “You Keep Me Running… #poetry”
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 goContinue reading “A New leaf #fall #hope”