Neath shady branches sits
a coffin carved from cold
grey granite garnished
with a softening mass
of fragrant mosses fair
as if to stir fond memories
of the flowing flaxen
tresses once so proudly borne
by the maid who lies within
Category Archives: Inspired emotion
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #236 #Belinda’s bower
Filed under faith, Inspired emotion, Self compositions
Ronovan writes #Decima prompt challenge #81
I once knew a sailor called Jack
loved it when the ship’s sails unfurled
and off he’d sail around the world
never knowing when he would be back
trusting the Captain to plot the track
constantly hoping for a breeze
to carry them across the seas
seeing foreign harbour lights
with all their promise of delights
to cater for the sailors needs.
Filed under Factual, Inspired emotion, Self compositions
Ronovan writes Decima prompt #52 Darkness before morning
The announcement that we all expected
came cutting through the usual noise
of children occupied with toys,
from household chores thoughts deflected,
eyes and ears to screens directed,
sombre is the next announcement
as they hear the dark pronouncement
today life has come to an end
for well loved husband, father, friend
reflecting on a life well spent
Filed under Factual, From the heart, Inspired emotion, Self compositions, Uncategorized
Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #201
While I was sitting in my room
from next door’s radio came a tune
a few minutes passed as I listened
feeling slow tears as my eyes glistened
knowing I’d heard the tune before
probably from some movie score
Barber’s Adaggio for strings apparently
which William Orbit arranged so fluently.
Filed under Factual, Inspired emotion, Self compositions, Stirring the memories, Uncategorized
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Eden saw doubt in their trembling smiles, they never expected her to recover. She had never seen compassion in anyone’s eyes before and was confused and frightened at their touch. Although not unpleasant it felt strange to have gentle hands running down her back and over her flanks. She yawned and felt she had to try and stand, if only to take a small sip of water. A privilege denied her for the past two days. Unsteadily, she shook her head and stretching her legs made as if to stand. It was too difficult but she heard an unfamiliar babble of sound. The tones were gentle, reassuring and somehow she understood that today would be the first day of a new life. When she opened her eyes she heard a loud cheer and looking into the eyes that stared down at her she could make out the tears running down. She too wanted to cry but it was with happiness not the pain she had often felt as she was taken out of her crate for yet another mating. She was sure this would be different and she did not resist as she found herself being lifted. She felt a soft blanket cover her and instinctively knew she was being rescued from her life of hell.
Filed under As you read it, Factual, Inspired emotion, Self compositions, Short story
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 153 #SynonymsOnly Grace & Style
Strings cannot withstand
the consummate elegance
of the wielded bow,
low tears wrenched from moistened eyes,
released by the cello’s mood.
Ronovan writes weekly #Haiku prompt #274
Rising from the ground
the roaring, giant lantern
lifts into the air.
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #270 Pure&Serene
Pure thoughts emanate
from his serene countenance,
smile of the Buddha.
Rhyming Friday
Confined by health to her reclining chair
she told her nurse, “I’m dying.”
She replied by calling her a silly mare
but they both knew she was lying.
The old lady refused her breakfast
saying, “Please take it away,
last night’s dinner will be my last,
for the Angels are coming today.”
And the nurse with a smile jokingly said,
“You’re a bit grumpy today,
did you get out the wrong side of the bed
they’re not coming to take you away.”
The old lady passed away at lunchtime,
died peacefully but alone.
The smile on her face when they found her
told them the Angels had carried her home.
An ironic tale with more than a hint of sadness
Sadly, my mother passed away two weeks ago. As you can imagine there is always a lot to do at this painful time. I am currently seated in her electrical recline and lift chair making all the necessary arrangements. She was confined to this room and two others for two years prior to her demise. Her main regret was not being able to watch the birds on the feeders as she was able in her previous garden. Due to her inability to stand she was unable to see the birds frequenting this small garden from this seat. Looking up, I glanced out of the window as I had noticed a stirring of the abundant foliage of the honeysuckle bush beside the window. Then the dark brown head of a hen blackbird emerged. Within two minutes a cockbird flew into the bush, passing in full view of the window. Had my mother been alive she would have reported the sightings to me during our next telephone chat. In all this time this is the first time a bird of any species has chosen to nest in the bush. She would have been able to follow the progress of the raising of a family from the comfort of her chair. But sadly this is not to be. Is this irony, I for one cannot say but it underlines the sadness that invariably accompanies death whether a curse or a blessing.
When the pen takes control. 