A ha so this is the last day of the April A to Z challenge.
How was it for you?
I looked back briefly on a few of my precious A to Z challenges:
One challenge I had planned on illustrating a month of my dragon stories. I broke my wrist one month before the challenge so my dominant hand was useless. I started drawing with my non-dominant hand . During April I slipped on ice (again) so all of my arms and legs were out of commission. So with Co-vid “Stay at Home” I could at least walk around and water my plants.
The picture below shows my dragon bowl that I drew with my non-dominant hand and then the other 2 were with my mouth.
When I saw the word Zest I thought of the saying A ZEST FOR LIFE. For whatever reason I always think of the elderly patients who I have cared for since I was a teen.
So my last encouragement as you care for and love an elderly family member be a little zestful. Encourage them to dream with you. Go somewhere you can both go – an imaginary somewhere. Maybe the land of Zenony!!!
I’ve enjoyed this month and meeting or reconnecting with people.
Each of you are gifted and delightful!!!
For those of you new to blogging i hope you are encouraged to blog more.
I’m not sure what my personal blog will look like but I am trying to develop a blog for Steve Slack. Steve is a friend who hopefully (if this Co-Vid thing gets tame) will have some of his work published and at least one script is lined up for a movie.
I seek the approval of…
no one to
into my eyes
at the stars
Come write a …
a love song
Can anyone find me???
he loved her so
cold winter solitude
lost in the night
Moondustwriter celebrates 10 years of blogging on Word Press. This is an archived poem from the first month (with some changes). Poetry is cathartic and I hope anyone who needs to blow off steam finds the outlet in writing.
As this posts, I will be in Africa doing what I love – teaching the children I write for. 10 years ago this was only a dream now this is an amazing reality.
Thank you Word Press for giving artists, writers, poets a place for venting, a place to fly…
To those of you who have encouraged me to not give up (you know who you are) I’m sending a bouquet of Thank Yous!!!
Rush, rush, rush
work, write, shoot
my photos my words are a jumble
a mad snail’s pace
it’s just another phase
in the blogging universe
I recently joined photo crowd where there are some incredible photographers. Why do I do it? I dont know but I’m off to the races for another photo competition
chased by waves
blowing up a balloon
hide- n -seek with daddy
chasing the moon
lung for the ball
reach for the sky
wonder on her face
gleam in her eye
We may never figure out exactly what a child is thinking but isn’t it fun watching them?
It’s one week today with A to Z and Napowrimo and I am meeting (as always) some talented and kind bloggers/ poets. Enjoy a month of great writing.
Some must visit blogs:
awakened to a new day
Good morning to all. If you are a coffee drinker, your senses know the experience of fresh ground coffee even before the first sip.
What is your favorite way to wake up?
My theme for this year’s A to Z Challenge is “Take it easy and meet some outstanding bloggers.”
This is my fifth year doing the A to Z challenge and fourth year of doing two blogs.
Looking forward to meeting you over a cup of java (oh wrong letter.)
Visiting these A to Z Bloggers today:
A to Zers that I am enjoying today:
Today is the “O” for A to Z challenge. This week I am stepping into the writer’s circle and writing a week long serial set in the metropolis of NewCago. Its a bit of noir, crime and even some fiction. Though this is a serial, I do understand some of you will be dropping by via A to Z so you can read each day as stand alone microfiction.
The NewCago series – “Missed” , Never
I looked at my watch – 5 pm time for the cops to crawl into hiding.
I inhale Courage every night before 6. It’s my dead lover’s not mine.
A long blood curdling scream bites into the last flicker of day and night begins.
Decency’s doors are closed and it’s just me and the bad guys.
After banging around in the trashbin of Newcago, I needed a drink. I salivated at the thought of a tall one and a cheese steak.
As soon as I entered Tony’s, I noticed the dame – she was a looker. I couldn’t get a read on the guy beneath the brim.
“Yeah, the regular,” I nodded as I slumped on a stool. Sally and I go back to days when drinks came from the spigot behind the barn.
I couldn’t help but hear dollface gagging. I rushed to stop her fall; too late the white stuff was bubbling from her mouth, her eyes glazed over.
Something, besides the guy under the shadowy brim, was missin- the large sparkler around her wrist.
“Baby, Newcago is not for the likes of you. These gangsters are old school, girls are cheap…”
I bent over and looked in her vacant eyes. “Didn’t no one tell ya, the playing is for keeps!!!”
I slammed the gin and tonic down. Sal failed to muster a smile.
“Watch your back, Sam.” She whispered in the grey light before dawn.
There’s so much to enjoy about the A to Z Challenge in April – many people to meet and many fine posts to enjoy.
you stopped by to say “hi” today
I watched you as you left
a petal so fragrant
I could not soon forget
you skipped in moon dust today
fingers drew smiley faces
I wanted to retrace
your fairy foot paces
you commented on my blog today
one moment you spent
a ray of sunshine
you dropped as you went
This is to each of you who stop by for a brief moment and leave a comment. What a gift to say something that can linger as a kindness all day. You make writing these posts a joy.