Summer Daze

Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)

Sweet blooms and colour, hot sun overhead
Face turned skyward, embrace nature’s gift
Long days of bounty, since winter has fled 
Heedless, careless, forgetful of winters rift

No thought of seasons beyond a perfect day
No one telling us of things that must be done 
Time without bearing, holds cold days at bay                                                        
Too late now we realise, summer is undone

Stoic Poetry

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six word story #116

My Random Ramblings

Seasons were fickle. Their love wasn’t.

This post was written in response to my own Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #86: Seasons. Click on the link to read entries from my fellow bloggers.

Love is a great feeling indeed but very few last the test of time. It keeps evolving but in some cases, the objects of love keep changing too. That being said, I hope and pray that no one has to endure toxic love and/or toxic relationships.

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Not a regular pirate!

My Random Ramblings

I'm a pirate sailing and plundering in the high seas of the alphabets I raid books and libraries I gobble up the tales that they hold I read them cover to cover as fast as my eyes can travel My quests and adventures exist between the covers The characters come alive as I read I join them in their adventures to partake in their joy, sadness and glory I'm no regular pirate I don't crave riches or gold Stories are the treasures I seek I don't sink ships or rob them I let myself drown, instead, in stories that are worth my time Libraries are my favourite haunt I'd never even think of shooting someone but then again, I guess I'll make an exception for the ones who mistreat books I don't wear any eye patches but I put up with my glasses to read and re-read my favourite tales…

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Audio Poem/Podcast: Biking Through Hot Sands, by Mark Tulin

Crow On The Wire

A major shoutout to The Lark on for publishing Biking Through Hot Sands. Biking has become my exercise of choice in the last year, replacing Hatha Yoga. And when I moved to Palm Springs a few months ago, I discovered many fun and challenging trails. This poem reflects my experience behind the handlebars and the mindfulness of my surroundings. The featured image is by yours truly. Enjoy. And please come back if the Crow On The Wire podcast is not up yet on Spotify.

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Sarah Doughty

“And it was then that your beauty
took my breath away.”

The firelight danced
between us.
And it was then,
as the shadows
moved over you,
that your beauty
took my breath away.
It went beyond
anything I’ve ever known.

© Sarah Doughty

It’s not such
a surprise that
I fell in love with you.

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Doing What You Can & Your Personal Well-Being

Penny Wilson Writes

I was seriously hoping to travel to Oregon to see my BFF and a brother this year. I haven’t seen my BFF in ages and my brother is getting up in years, so it’s important to SEE these people.

I think about these, relatively speaking, small inconveniences, and several emotions rush over me.  Pain, hopelessness, helplessness and sorrow. I find myself grieving for a world that seems, every day, to be pushed further off the edge of the cliff, about to fall into the vast abyss of extinction. 

It’s hard to reconcile what’s happening in the world right now, not just with COVID, but the natural disasters, wars, etc. I shake my head in disbelief, realizing that we are indeed living through unprecedented times. 

What to do? 

You can either let this kind of situation destroy you, or you can deal with it. There are several ways to deal with…

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#PoeticThursday . . . And, when we grow up


    And, when we grow up
    We must never forget
    That hidden, down deep
    Within us
    Is our forever inner child
    Resting, silently
    Forever waiting
    Forever hoping
    That one day
    We shall, remember it

    Poem written by Athey Thompson
    Art by Arthur Rackham

            Text and image source: Tales of the old forest faeries

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