Written for:  Carpe Diem #1084 Serenade (Schubert)

a new day rises
birds sing their own little song
leaves joining
the mountain stream babbles forth
reflecting the sun beams … a light show

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

wait for me
do not leave this earth just yet–
I am coming


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Written for:  1sojournal’s Creativity Challenge #16 – Color

Word for Today


Color often speaks in a language all its own. When we say, “I saw red,” we are making a strong statement of anger or rage. “I’m blue,” means I’m down, a bit shut off, cool to what is happening around me. Because I often find solace in playing with colors, I have created a personal set of symbols for them. For me, red speaks of passion and creative fire. Blue, of knowledge and wisdom. We all have colors that are our favorites, and some we wouldn’t touch, let alone wear. Today’s task is to speak in the language of colors. What do you see?
How does it make you feel? What color best describes that reality?

What would the world be
without royalty, magic,
wizards, lavender, and lilacs?
Sadly devoid of purple,
my nom de plume, and choice
of ink. It might take coolness
of blue, and passion of red,
but it stands alone in its mystery.

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Written for:  Carpe Diem #1083, Air (Bach)

heavenly music
birds praising their Creator
a new day rises

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

silver from dark skies
stars drift in air

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A Hug

Written for:  1sojournal – Day 14, Creativity Challenge-“Hug”

Hugs are versatile.
Lovers meet after long
absence, and cling
to each other. Is a friend
sad, upset, rueful, in
mourning? No magic wand
exists to vanquish pain,
but a gentle hug can never
be in vain.

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Scar(red)borough Fair

Written for:  dVerse Poets-Quadrille #22   (posted by whimsygizmo) “Scar”

Use it as a verb, noun, or adjective (scarred). Go deep and dark with it, or lighten it up with a little word play or a hyphen:
scar-let becomes a color
scar-city becomes something else entirely

Play with parentheses:
to give it a double meaning.

Play around with it, and have some fun. Just make sure to include some variation of the word scar, and write a poem that is exactly 44 words long (not including the title.)

Forty-five days
at Scar(red)borough Fair
’twas all I had
with my love.
Rosemary and I sampled fare,
sipped forbidden wine.
Knew she was mine;
I studied her eyes
of sage.

He played harp,
won her heart. Gone
was my lady fair.

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Tears of Rain

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1082, raindrops  (written to Chopin)

they fall one by one
and become one

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

Light-footed tears
kiss the sidewalks



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Silver Slivers

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 #206 – The Joy of Christmas:  Part Two
They say it is better to give than to receive. But we still find favor in accepting a gift that was given from the heart and in turn gave us joy. So I ask, what was the best Christmas gift you remember receiving?

Small, local silver shop opened
near my husband’s place of employment.
Hanukkah (me) and Christmas (he)
were just up ahead. Knowing
my fondness for silver earrings,
my husband had the jeweler design
a pair of dangling silver earrings
that tapered to a leaf-like point.
Centered in each was an opal.
I love them as much now as I did
thirty plus years ago. I believe
I have tarnished faster than they have.

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Anatomy of a Black Fly

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #277

Words:  door, light, reload, patterns, anatomy, chatter, heave, screeching, flies, net, dead, back

Following their established pattern,
a new load of black flies descended
upon Lake George, alighting
on bathing suit clad vacationers,
and biting them. Happens every May. 
Back to the lake. Some fool
went chasing after them
with a net, trying to heave it
over them. They scoffed.
A couple of chatterers weaseled
their way into a cabin. When lights
went on, they scattered along
the door, buzzing, and flying
in circles. Screeches from
surprised cabin renters rose
above sound of flies. If you wait
a few weeks, they will all
be dead. Never fear, though,
new ones will pick up the slack.

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Creativity Challenge 13
The Challenge here is to use your creative talent to bring light into the current distress in the world around you, in whatever form that talent takes. Please remember that we are reaching out to a world that is facing upheaval and possibly a great number of changes. Let us reach out to that world and bring it the lessons we have learned by becoming artists and writers. You may use images, photos, music, poetry, prose, short story fiction, personal essay, or whatever suits you best. I will post one word a day, adding a few of my own thoughts about the word. The rest is up to you.

Word for Today


The very root of all creativity. If we can envision (imagine) it, it is possible. Imagination is a powerful tool. It can and does provide answers to some of our deepest longings, issues, and wishes. Think about the current place our world is in. If you had a single wish for that world, what would it be? What would it look and feel like. Close your eyes and imagine that wish a reality. Then express that wish as though it were real.

With closed eyes, stretch
out your arm, touch my fingers
with yours, and feel the skin
yield, as flesh does. There is
no color, only texture like a work
of art.

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Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads:  Flash 55 PLUS!
For the OPTIONAL EXTRA part of this challenge, I invite you to watch the short clip from the movie, Samsara, conceived and directed by Ron Fricke. This clip features performance artist, Olivier de Sagazan. Prepare yourself for something a little disturbing …
Saṃsāra is a Sanskrit word that means “wandering” or “world”, with the connotation of cyclic, circuitous change.

All masks begin to age
and crumble, tumble down
my shoulders, pour out
of my ears, pierce my eyes
with blood, force me to see,
or render me blind.

Are you afraid to take off
your mask? Are you afraid
there is nothing underneath?
I dare you to unmask
and find out who you are.

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