as a child
through woodland wandered
touched the roots
with gentle feet
heard the rumble
wisdom ancient

grown I walk
through concrete wasteland
trip on cracks
with tired toes
hear the grumbles
people modern

return me now
to verdant fields
surrounding me
the soft wind thrills
heaven pressed
the air’s alluring
my soul


Words and Photography ©2017 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

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Fall From Grace

Do Not Miss This great poem from Midwest Fantasy!!

Midwest Fantasy Writes

rose petal

He caught

her fall from grace

arms soft and strong

forgiving and embracing

he held her long

kissed sin and pain away

gently lay her

on a bed of rose petal whispers

where poetry breathed life

into hollows of her heart

beats returned

in steady rhythm

while his hand

felt each and every one

and his smile

gave promise

to her lost soul




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(Written for Day 4 #OctPoWriMo 2018.  This poem did not follow the prompt today but another from Twitter Prompts at #PoemTrail )


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Daily Quote

Jo Hawk


Do you remember getting the dreaded “Compare and Contrast” homework assignment in school? I remember her voice and her words still freeze my blood. “Students, the assignment is to write a five-page, single-spaced paper comparing and contrasting the lives and writings of Louisa May Alcott and Walt Whitman.” Can you feel the panic? These two have nothing in common.

But doing your research you stumble on one insignificant fact. Neither Louisa May Alcott nor Walt Whitman ever married. Does this resonate and influence their writing? If so, I have a story I will struggle to contain in five pages.

What fact does your protagonist and your antagonist share? Does it tie them together, makes them the same? How has the same fact driven them to opposite ends of the universe?


Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

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