Dawn – a Writephoto prompt

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For Sue’s weekly photo prompt #writephoto

Dawn

Dawn breaks above the snowy hills
cast away dark fear and ills
beyond the clouds, bright color spills

The night was long, dark and cold
nightmares flee as dawn unfolds
’til the sky is bright with colors bold

Colors dim now blossom bright
blends of purple a warming sight
now herald the coming of the light

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

What Do You See? — Encounter with Air

WDYS 10.28.19

Sadje of “Keep it Alive” is resurrecting the What Do You See Prompt, here’s what she has to say:

Dear friends, as some of you know that our dear Hélène used to do this Prompt and after her sad departure, I have felt that this gap needs to be filled. I have decided to take this challenge up and as a trial, I will post 4 challenges for the next 4 Mondays at 12:00 am PST, every Monday morning. And we shall see where to go from there. I hope that you will respond to your posts.

Rules;

You can write a post on your blog and create a ping back to link to the original post.
Write an original story, poem or a caption.
You have six days to respond to the Prompt.
I will try to reblog your response on my blog.
There is no limit to words or format but keep it family friendly.
I will do a round up next Sunday before the next Prompt is posted.
Please tag your responses with #Whatdoyousee

Encounter with Air

She gazed upward, straining her neck and bending her back to see the top of him. He stood in magnificence, Guardian of Air, powerful, frightening, and beautiful. Star smiled, just slightly, and summoned her Voice. Continue reading “What Do You See? — Encounter with Air”

Imagination Plantation a Hullaballu

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I was tagged for the imagination plantation challenge by Di at pensitivity101 for the challenge that originated with Nova Namaste, thanks it was fun. The first thing that struck me was the commotion of the piece and it’s child-like energy. Thus was born a Dr. Seussish little ditty.

A Midsummer’s Day

On a mid summer’s day
in the land of Hullabalu
Sandy was walking
and talking with Booou

“It’s a fine sort of day
everyone’s out and about,”
Sandy said to Booou
raising her voice to a shout

Booou frowned in reply
“there’s just too much noise
from helicopters and trains
from all the girls and boys”

Sandy said “come let’s leave
the city’s noisy crowds far behind
venture out into the forest
who knows what we’ll find.”

That’s just what they did
and do you know what they found?
No shouts, no horns honking
just a whisper of sound

The most beautiful melody
lilting along on the breeze
the song of the forest
wafting soft through the trees

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I tag the following 3 bloggers, should they wish to participate.

Ms Jadeli from tao talk
Sadje at Keep it alive
The Bag Lady

As always, participation is fully optional. Tag You’re It!

Til next time ~take time to listen to the trees ~JPP

A Lady’s Jewelry

50 word thrs 3.29.19

For 50 Word Thursday brought to us this week by talesfromthemindofkristian.  

Flash fiction in increments of 50 words, inspired by photo and words:
How could anyone be tired of London?” – Bizarre London by David Long

A Lady’s Jewelry

How could anyone grow tired of London? Tonight’s symphony was an epic event, attended by diplomats and royalty. The mission was simple, kill Governor Tuck … quietly. Continue reading “A Lady’s Jewelry”

The Ebony Wisps – A Twittering Tale

TT 3.26.19

The Ebony Wisps had sharp talons and needle-like teeth. They feared only one thing, birds. The children strung open cages between the buildings inviting the birds to come. The birds loved the new homes and twittered merrily away while dive bombing any Wisp that came within reach.

character count 280

For Kat’s Twittering Tales

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Weather’s Treacherous Alchemy

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For the Sunday Wordle – I’ll give it a whirl. 😉

Treacherous Alchemy

The mix of salt and pepper skies
which brings the warmth of spring
can make the spirit sing
and the heart swell to life
But cloudy days are chill
with winds that sting and bite
but the pull still strong
of the moon in bright song
peeping through clouds so bashfully
belies weather’s treacherous alchemy

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP