Sunday sharing could not be done without this beautiful dance with the wilderness by Jane Dougherty of Jane Dougherty Writes. Check it out and come dance with the rest of us…
The Secret Keeper’s weekly writing prompt provides five words to incorporate in a poem. Sometimes, I don’t get on with the words at all, and it takes a lot of work to fit them all in. Sometimes they just jump into line of their own accord. This week was one of those times. The words […]
Sharing Sunday could not ignore this powerhouse poem from Christina Strigas:
First time I almost died was before I was even born. Miracle baby, the doctor said. Nowadays it’s only breech eyes closed but in ’68 it was some kind of miracle that my mom still tells me like it’s the first time what a story to hear over and over again. In 1971 a needle […]
Sharing Sunday’s third poem is Drops from Anita Lubesh and it’s breathtaking.
Anita’s blog is http://www.writingasitcomes.wordpress.com
Rain’s cool,
clear consciousness
evaporates with dawn;
teardrops tasting of fresh mourning
explode.
Todays second reblog for Sunday Sharing is Contoocook from Paul F. Lenzi, a poem bursting with nature and alive with beauty from his blog http://www.poesypluspolemics.com.
“Contoocook River, Henniker New Hampshire” by Exponential Terrestrial Pedestrian
running north
cold and clean
bass and trout
flourish under
blue freewheeling
shadows of
eagle and heron
tall high-stepping
sure-footed moose
wade and wash
at the liveliest
whitewater fringes
of nursery pools
where spawned
salmon first learn
independence
and swim with
conviction that
here is a place
they can eagerly
live free or die
Midway through this weekend’s migraine madness I realised I hadn’t done a Sunday Sharing in a long time therefore, as I can’t get through the fussiness to my brain, I thought I’d share the beauty of others instead…
Todays first Sunday Sharing comes from Merril D. Smith and this beauty inspired by Jane Dougherty from Jane Dougherty Writes entitled The Splendour of Light.
Check out more of Merril’s wonderful words by clicking the link or at http://www.merrildsmith.wordpress.com
By Internet Archive Book Images [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons
She laughs and flames shoot from her chariot
moving through the sky. She will carry it,
(the splendor of light), and with lariat
she’ll rein in her gilded steeds, ferry it,
the glow, from dawn to dusk with merry wit.
She brings joy, life, pulses to beautify.
Her companion stars though, she sees them cry,
their tears shoot out, then streak across the sky.
Still she laughs, shares her light, as she rides by.
Someday she’ll fade, turn black–and then she’ll sigh.
This is a response of sorts to Jane Dougherty’s non-challenge.
Jane found the rather strange image above. It’s supposed to be a sunspot, and it comes from an 1898 book called The Story of the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars. I started thinking about sunspots, and then this story that I read recently about an…
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Sunday Sharing with Paula Antonello Moore
from The Expressible Cafe
asking the all important question;
where is change?
bang bang bang
all quiet is gone
a ravaged heart
lies ripped open
bang bang bang
the noise is defeaning
shouts become sound
skin is cold
bang bang bang
we cannot sleep
we cannot dream
we are not free
bang bang bang
it never ends
where is change? where is the change?
nightmareisreality
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Friday, July 8, 2016
Dedicated to the never-ending gun violence in the United States and around the world.
Image: Gun in field by Jens Lelie from Unsplash.
Sunday Sharing thought this poem was the bee’s knees
by Christos Polydoruo at Eat Art Daily
Do not ask
the knees
of the honey bees
Or the hour frilled
in every flower
It is a secret
indeed
How a spruce
feels to be a tree
And how a rose
feels to be a flower.
Sunday Sharing continues
with this poem of love, loss and acceptance
from Kosmogonic aka Frank Samuels
Sunday Sharing continues
with this poem from Keith Garrett
on melancholia and what remains in the memory…
Sunday Sharing is here
and, as this weary world needs a little peace and harmony,
I’m starting with this beautiful poem
from Peter Notehelfer
‘On Harmony’
from his site
Gathering Stones Strung on Threads;
Poems, Poetry, Poets
Some lays of the Fianna, translated from the Irish by Annraoi de Paor with illustrations by Tim Halpin
A small press
The Things That Are In My Head.
Stay Bloody Poetic
Author of 'Sent, 'Fall', 'Unmuted' and 'Saudade'
home of the elusive trope
Fantasy Author
Words about pictures by Michael Scandling
Writing, Poetry & Creativity | Angela T Carr, Dublin, Ireland
Kay McKenzie Cooke Website & Blog
My journey through photography
landscape and change
My poetry is my religion.
Colouring Outside The Lines
Expressing moments of Inspiration within a cozy setting
"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." Ps 147:3
Art • Nature • Exploration
Peter Hillman's Photographic Exploration of South Staffordshire and Beyond
Poetry inspired by ethereal feelings, life events and personal philosophy.
A Journal of Brief Literature
Film, Music, and Television Critic
Writer
Art and Lifestyle by Brandon Knoll
New Zealand
French magazine - art & visual culture
A palette of general thoughts & travel stories from all around the world
Jack Bennett
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
a writing space curated by José Angel Araguz
Thoughts and Perspectives From the Mind of a Common Girl
Cooking with imagination
Damien B. Donnelly 