Thorned Beauty
Deep among the thorns
Unexpected beauty springs
Treasures born from pain
For Cee’s Flower of the Day – FOTD
Monochrome
Covered in grey hues
It is hard to find that spark
Light your hidden flame
Tag: Poetry
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Today’s Shot 111
FireFlies
Day-bright fireflies,
Waiting not for eventide,
Meadow’s lanterns wink.
For, Cee’s Flower of the Day – FOTD
And, Brashley Photography’s Floral Friday – FF #15 – FOTD
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Today’s Shot 108
The Story of Celery
… so far
I started with my behind stuck in a bowl of water.
Oh bother.
And then by George, I grew.
Who knew!
And grew.
Now my der • ri • ere
Is sitting fairly square, in
A new pot so fair.
Thank you JustPene for showing me how to grow celery from the bottom up! 😊
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Cee’s Flower of the Day – FOTD April, 22. (Also accepting leaves!) 😀
Cover image by Milada Vigerova
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Today’s Shot 101 #Senryu
Escape
Belief on two wheels
Escape was the fantasy
It was a green whim
Senryu written for Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 173 #SynonymsOnly by Pilgrimage.Studio
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Senryu 2/3/2
Image Credit © Ritu Bhathal
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Both lights
Rule my night
True north
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Both lights
Rule my heart
Soul glow
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Both lights
E.T. points
Phone home
🔅
Above
And below
Lighthouse
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Composed for Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 165 #Photo Prompt
Cover photo by Dyu-Ha
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Today’s Shot 17
by Beth Haley
The planes criss-crossed
Long trails through the skies.
A heavenly display,
For our eyes.
The sea and breeze and land, do meet.
This day, we joyfully greet.
And, thank the boat,
For its rocking seat!
Which gave such a view,
For this crew.
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Today’s Shot 12
Happy Halloween!
A Halloween Frolic
From the 13th printing of Heigh Ho for Halloween by Elizabeth Hough Sechrist © 1948
A little witch in a steeple hat
Once tried a merry spell,
To make the hares come pit-a-pat
From dingle and from dell.
And pit-a-pat, beneath the moon,
The shy hares peeping came;
The little witch in buckled shoon,
She called them each by name.
“Come, ‘Fairy-foot’ and ‘Sparkle-eyes’!
Come ‘Fine-ear,’ ‘Bob,’ and ‘Bun’!”
They gathered round in mild surprise,
But glad of any fun.
And when she told them what she willed,
They stamped and leaped in glee,
And all their velvet noses thrilled
With laughter strange to see.
What was the prank, do you suppose,
And what the merry spell?
The sleepy owlet only knows,
And she would never tell!
-Helen Gray Cone
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Silence Speaks
In a stillness
That isn’t silent.
In the silence
Which isn’t still.
Yet, still and silent are the waters,
Which soothe my Autumn Soul.
How does a silent reflection
Speak so deeply?
How can the still surface
Shift and change and move?
This is how the silence speaks.
How the stillness ripples.
Just for you, my Autumn Soul.
© Thela Foxgood 2019 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
When is the last time you let silence speak, and stillness move your soul?
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