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Poetry is a creative outlet. It allows words to tumble, even fumble to a timed sequence, or no sequence at all. Most of my poetry is about daily occurrences that I relish and want to share. It is a way to honor a person, place, or natural gift that is around…
Close your eyes, cherish Watch your given time unfold Start with daybreak, pray Give thanks for it showing up The alternative is dark #TankaThursday #poetry #peaceful #morningmood #amwriting
Please make room A crook in my arm, a kink in my height Stunted and crowded, I live on the forest floor I yearn for the sunlight to touch my face I reach up high in my sky, or as high as I can go before Hitting the ledge of a taller brother Rain drenchedContinue reading “#prompt #sappling”
Couples together Spying on Mother Nature Watch winter’s Utah Strong, vast, high elevation Many other treasures there #tanka #poetry #utah #eden #skicountry #moose #winter #amwriting #photography #mothernature ~by Wendy Reber
Are handwritten thank yous, or notes in general, a thing of the past? I just mailed my Christmas thank yous–late this year.
Our world has more and more dire concerns. Let’s be mindful to do our parts–be them small or large, it all counts. But it must count now.
Thirty inches, snow Blue waves scatter, glacial look Pretty aqua hue #ritewit #prompt #haiku #amwriting #poetry (…short wavelengths are scattered–the longer the path light travels in ice, the more blue it appears.) From: https://www.usgs.gov/faqs/why-glacier-ice-blue?qt-news_sc
Randomly, RiteWit.com will offer you a writing prompt. Feel free to create a poem, prose, short story, or just a word that the prompt inspires. No rules–just write. Thanks for adding the hashtags as seen. Here’s one: Covered black as youth I possess white eyelashes Now, clean, free to fly #prompt #ritewit #haiku Funny story–whenContinue reading “#Prompt #Eyelash”
The Commodity of Time Let’s make the most of a summer’s evening before being called in to supper, and then pretty much straight to bed Do I have time to gather a few more branches? Is this really a tree fort– this floor plan on the ground? Need more time— Finding something to help meContinue reading “If you have lost someone to dementia, you know it is a triple loss”
Woven Woven dreams Woven streams Woven cattails Woven sails Woven friendships and networks, and raindrops, and smoke signals Fabric is woven—and fabrics can be made of anything Anything this world of our imagination has to offer Picture frames can be woven, housing our memories Like a chain, a never-ending chain People we hang with canContinue reading “Dedicated to Hannah B on her 21st!”