SUNDAY SHARING; Dancing — Jane Dougherty Writes

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 […]

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SHARING SUNDAY; Contoocook

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.

Poesy plus Polemics

contoocook-river-henniker-new-hampshire-jaax “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

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SUNDAY SHARING; The Splendor of Light

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

Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings

the_story_of_the_sun_moon_and_stars_1898_14778865395By 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: BANG BANG BANG

Sunday Sharing with Paula Antonello Moore

from The Expressible Cafe

asking the all important question;

where is change?

The Expressible Café

by jens lelie.jpg

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.

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