Hello #children #atozchallenge

so eager to meet us

always a big smile

a treat would be nice

can you stay for awhile

children so welcome

a great big hello

one word I can say

in their languages I know


In the market, in a small way station, at the petrol station we are always greeted with such kindness by the Ugandan people. The children always have a big smile for us.

Today is week two of great blogging and poetry. Say “Hello” to someone you haven’t read before!!!

Hut #Acholi #Uganda #atozchallenge

Big enough for two

ants compete with the size

kitchen outside

Sand castles

spring cleaning adds more rooms

fit for a king

I am off the grid for the next couple of days but will check back to see how y’all are doing. We didn’t dare to measure the ant hills but some appear to be as tall as a human and are elaborate as castles.

Enjoy the blog posts of fantastic bloggers at the A to Z challenge.

Hopeful For Spring #atozchallenge #photography #haiku


thatched twig bundle

winter’s shivering blanket

 dawning spring’s song


Haiku: The traditional Japanese haiku consists of three lines. The first line contains five syllables, the second line contains seven, and the last line five. The traditional subject-matter is a description of a location, natural phenomona, wildlife, or a common everyday occurrence. The haiku seeks to capture the qualities of experiencing the natural world uncluttered by “ideas.”

I have learned that an excellent haiku tells a story.


“The soul has illusions as the bird has wings; it is supported by them.”

Victor Hugo

Thanks to poetry soup for info on poetry forms.

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Perfect Fit #poetry #Rodin #sculpture #atoz #napowrimo

Cathedral - Rodin
Cathedral – Rodin

He grasps for my hand

my hand reaches for his

once we fumbled

now it’s  natural

a dance of two swans

swimming effortlessly

distant stars

twinkling in unison

fingers that fit

perfectly together

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Hearts on Ice #atoz #atozchallenge #flashfiction

On the dark side of this steely grey luminous orb

I was cold unfeeling

having driven a blade into your back

it was your heart that I pierced

mine was already on ice – shattered

but still

to be the recipient of death is one thing

to deal death such a cold emptying deed

slowly the orb turns

blue cold with light emitting from the edges

what no one could know

your blood once spilt warmed my dormant heart

the orb once dark emitted beauty to far reaching galaxies

succesfully melting centuries old ice caps

the beautiful work of one warm heart

Thanks to Seth Woodworth  for the ice knife photo http://www.flickr.com/photos/sethwoodworth/2215720400/