dVerse Poets – Gifting Rhyme

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Bjorn is our host for the final dVerse Poets Meet the Bar before the season break. Bjorn (sorry I cannot figure out how to insert special characters) asks us for a gifting rhyme.

Because you’re loved
and no other reason
enjoy this gift
to help you season

For a package of spices and teas I would have given my mother who would have LOVED this rhyming tradition. Merry Christmas to all, and I’m off to make a big pot of “seasonal” chili. 😉

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Seeking Joy – a Dizain poem

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Seeking Joy – a Dizain poem

Thoughts go racing wildly around my brain
nameless horrors that painfully sear
into my memory so filled with pain
heart fluttering with anxiety and fear
loneliness aches, cry a single tear.
I must somehow carry on, be brave
find the sun and from darkness I must save
joy that was mine before the nights grew cold
merry songs not dirges sung before the grave
evenings warm and gay, stars bright and bold.

For dVerse Poets – More Dizain

“The dizain is a poem of ten lines with ten syllables per line and a rhyme pattern ababbccdcd.”

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Wide Eyed Wanderings — Queenstown Gardens, New Zealand

Queenstown is the Extreme Sports capital of New Zealand, probably of the world. Name an extreme sport and chances are if it’s not readily available, they can arrange it for you. So what do two, non-sports (much less extreme sports) oriented older people do in Queenstown? We’ve taken the bus into “The Remarkables” shopping area, wandered the town’s back streets and lakeside neighborhoods. We’ve walked along the lake and stopped for tea and scones at a wonderful little coffee shop or two. Been revitalized at the Hilton’s wonderful spa. For our final day of wanderings, we set back across Lake Wakatipu to the Queenstown docks and the Queenstown Gardens. Continue reading “Wide Eyed Wanderings — Queenstown Gardens, New Zealand”

Painting Class -JusJoJan # 8

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Painting Class

Susan stood before the canvas, brush in hand, contemplating. She stepped back to survey her handiwork.  It was good.

Gill and Joann approached and peered over her shoulder.

“That’s the ugliest tree I’ve ever seen,” Joann complained.

Gill jumped to Susan’s defense. “What do you mean? That’s a beautiful tree.”

Susan stood there silently, looking back and forth between the two of them. Finally, she threw down her brushes and stomped out of the studio.

Groans filled the classroom when Joann and Gill read the title of the painting. “Self Portrait.”

Word count 91

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

I am studying forms of flash fiction, this piece is part of my “lesson” today regarding 100 word stories and the blank spaces in between.

“Write a 500 word story on any subject. Now pare it down to 250 then 100. How can you work with the gaps to build excitement.”

Thanks to Lindaghill.com for the  Just Jot it January challenge day 8  and to Ritu for the prompt: Self

 

 

Wide Eyed Wanderings – Fushimi Inari-taisha

As some of you may know, I’m a self-taught student of the art or writing. As such, I have a list of “assignments” or writing styles to experiment with and learn about. This is my take on the following assignment:

“Write an article for a magazine, including pictures if appropriate. You have been given 500 words and up to 10 photos as your limits.” Continue reading “Wide Eyed Wanderings – Fushimi Inari-taisha”