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 […]
Sunday Sharing loves this monster in love poem from Christos Polydorou from eatartdaily:
My lover is hero, is titan… My lover’s contribution to life is tantamount to genius… This must be love Vertiginous heights Candy cotton the clouds… Handpicked me! Of all people! Roared down from the heavens and cut my head off! This must be love because I have literally lost my head. This must be love […]
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 […]
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
cold and clean
bass and trout
eagle and heron
wade and wash
at the liveliest
of nursery pools
salmon first learn
and swim with
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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