As the seasons pass #tanka

Inspired to motion,

Autumn leaves, eager to dance,

goaded by the breeze,

until losing grip, they fall,

their moment of freedom, brief.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #43

two-coats-on-a-gateHanging his set of spare clothing  on the gate, the invisible man leaned back. He braced himself as he let his soaking wet trousers and underclothes fall to the floor. Kicking them to one side he rested while he planned his next move.

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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, September 4th 2019, Holy Isle or Holy Island

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In humble awe, we

gaze upon the sacred stones,

where Saints found solace.

 

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COLLEEN’S 2019 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 142, 1ST OF THE MONTH #POET’SCHOICE ~Autumn signs

Bright golden lances

pierce the towering grey clouds,

sun’s strength faltering,

feverish feeding begins

preparing for the Winter.

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #269 Coping&Support #NAMI

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Coping enhances

each decorated support

on the Bridge of Sighs.

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Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt #121 ~Teapot

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This was the first day of their public courtship.

Everything was prepared to perfection.

All the servants had been dismissed.

Perfumed fragrance filled the air.

Opening the shutters she bowed, inviting him to kneel.

Their first tea ceremony was about to begin.

 

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Sex education in perspective. #limerick

A chicken farmer’s daughter from Leeds
when told about the birds and the bees,
realised her hens necks were wrung
and if you angered a bee you got stung,
and thought well, this sex thing’s not for me.

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MLMM’s First Line Friday: August 30th, 2019

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“I liked the rush, I liked the crunch. Never did look back at the fallout. Perhaps that was my first and probably biggest mistake. It’s a character trait that has plagued me throughout my life. Happy go lucky, no caring about the consequences of my actions, just settle for the buzz, the adrenalin high. This is beginning to sound like the words of that song, you probably know it, be it upon your own head if you don’t. It goes something like, “Lend me ten pounds and I’ll buy you a drink, and the devil take the hindmost in the morning,” sums me up spot on.

Now to get back to the point, just one backward glance and I would have noticed there was  something incredibly wrong with the scene I had left behind. Instead of a mass of red and yellow flame with a sky-obscuring plume of oily smoke there was just a white glow and the crater which should have opened was rapidly filling in again. The whole expanse of earth, tarmac and brush started to flow like a river and no matter how hard I pressed my foot to the throttle, the car was still slowly moving backwards with me in it. This was more than unexpected, it was impossible, surreal and I did not want to be part of it. I surmised that the only way out was to get out and be very quick about it. With one hand I managed to release  my seat-belt then  I wrenched open my door and rolled out onto my side, leaving the car going away from me. By the time I finished rolling and got unsteadily to my feet I realised the error of my ways. It was like standing on a moving walkway and the sand-covered verge was slowly but surely pulling me back to the bomb-site. I didn’t have much time to figure out my next move. Wishing that I was Superman or any other of my childhood heroes I started to wonder what they would do. Then it hit me.”

 

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #42

pick-up-sticks-2Tornado smiled. The feel of the leather  harness on his shoulders again. Although he enjoyed standing in his stall while the men and women breathed strange, soothing sounds into his ear whilst scratching his nose and the top of his head, this was what  he enjoyed. He heard a familiar shout and holding his head high, leant forward until his shoulders felt the familiar weight. He strained, eager to pull his load. He could hear the rattle of the chains and instinctively knew it was one of the newly felled trees he would be taking down to the mill. An easy job he thought. This would not make his shoulders sore. He heard his shoes ring on the smooth tarmac  as he ambled down the road, not  realising or caring that he left a trail of broken side shoots and twigs behind as he made his way to the sawmill.

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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, August 28th 2019, waterfall

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Waterfall (Salto Del Angelo Venezuela)

 

 

Look through the spectrum,

a wondrous, moist, mist  rises,

rainfall in reverse.

 

 

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