My (unusual) Poem

           My (unusual) Poem

My poems are not poetical
So they cannot be magical.

I write them in the afternoon
Unpoetic time no stars no moon.

I seldom use figures of speech
My words within a grade five’s   reach.

My inspiration, not love
But a flying dove.

My poems are not poetical
They’re down to earth like ***pandesal.
***Pandesal or pan de sal (Spanish for “salt bread”) is a common bread roll in the Philippines madeof flour, eggs, yeast,
sugar, and salt.

In response to Friday Foto Fun – Unusual

calmkateSeptember 29, 2018Funky

Unusual – this ornate Hindu temple is in the Blue Mountains outside Sydney
surrounded by Australian bush!

Please share something you’ve seen in an unusual setting, maybe a bit out of context?

or

creatively write about an unusual situation?

 

Come on the more the merrier, please share and read each others photo posts!

Please complete before next Friday using a pingback to link your post.

 

 

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Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge September 25, 2018

Love starts and ends with a metaphor;
But lovers love its ambiguity.

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Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.

The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15minutes,  inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting.  Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support.  All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate.  Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.

Today’s prompt:  In only 12 words, write a love story.

We are always looking for cool, quick writing prompts.  If you have a great idea for a future Tuesday prompt challenge, send it to Beth Amanda at midwestfantasy333@gmail.com

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Church -Haiku

The mountains will sing
To the church as house of God
Where faith is revered.

 

P.S.

A fun art created by my daughter. It’s made of colored sand glued together (like a jiggsaw puzzle) to create a colorful art version of a church.

 

This is in response to calmkate’s Friday foto fun art.

https://arousedblog.wordpress.com/2018/09/22/friday-foto-fun-art

Mission Statement – Writing Challenge September 2018

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image from http://www.lancaster.ac.uk

Come sit with me, my table is crowded with books and papers and of course there’s my caramel macchiato, but I will push them all aside for your coffee cup and you. We are now in what I like to call the “ber” months; it is fast approaching the end of and also beginning of a new year. It is this time of year I want to preserve in a capsule.

Time passes and it is the one commodity we relentlessly pursue, wanting more, using time saving devices and tactics to squeeze more seconds and minutes. But what do we do with all the time we have accumulated and saved?

I think I am a fine “time waster”! I waste my time doing things I love. I read within the moments and write between pauses and spaces. I like conversation, about books and ideas.

I am also a…

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Hush Now

Keep still
amidst chaos and turmoil
all through the roaring thunder
and all through the rising tide
rest your weary heart
like an ocean easing up
after a storm
hush now.

Colors (haiku)

 

Far away from you
Is to be blue my dearest
I wait; purple heart .

Stunning photos of my garden back home; they have survived the current storm.

In response to CalmKate’s Friday Foto Fun:

https://arousedblog.wordpress.com/2018/09/15/friday-foto-fun-blossom/

 

Hope Springs (Haiku)

Bleak, sad, and gloomy,
It’s that little ray of light,
Springs hope to our soul.