Walk at Twilight

Photo by Highlander

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Take a walk down this quiet street.

Smell the wet pavement, admire the color of the sky,

hear your own footsteps. Now write as you are inspired.

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The trees were bare, the ground was slick, and twilight creeped earlier every day. I'd long overstayed my welcome. I had even used the rain as an excuse to wait until evening to leave. Looking at Alex walking next to me was chore, trying to dam up the words in my mouth. Not that I ever had to say anything to him. He often knew just want I wanted to say, but he'd make me find the words anyway. But I wasn't going to look for them. I couldn't stay any longer, with my own responsibilities at home, and the second semester almost over. I knew if I stayed to see these trees glistening with ice and Christmas lights I'd never leave. Stopping a few meters from the bend, I unearthed my camera from my bag. Alex didn't say anything as I took three pictures. One of the house behind us. One of him, looking at me. And one of the road ahead.

~ I.N.Kwell

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Beach Scene

Photo by Marianna

visit her blog The momentary cloudiness of a "dirty" mind

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Stop and hear the ocean, feel the breeze, taste the salt air

now write as you are inspired.

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He laid his head back on the sand again, momentarily resting his eyes, his mind, his torment. It had been two weeks, four days and several hours since he'd left. He was here now, on this island, on this sand, and that was his reality.

Nothing else mattered, for the moment. Not the life he'd left behind, not the office, nor the wife, nor the child. His child? Now he wasn't sure. Everything came spinning back again, and he squeezed his eyes shut. So hard he began to see colors.

The colors swirling behind his eyes blurred into one lumpy grey color. He opened them again, and found the ocean, lapping at his toes now, was the same shade of grey. His grey.

~ CDB

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Winter Poem

Photo by Louise Bostock,

and visit her blog - A View from Carmine Superiore

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Let this wintery scene inspire a poem today.

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The snow came quickly
Settling itself in
Blanketing the entire world
Turning everything white

It covers the rooftops
It hangs from the trees
Leaving us in darkness
And slowing us all down

Children run gleefully
Throwing the snow
Adults all grumble
They have somewhere to go

~ Jessica

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Stop

Photo by Steve Gravano
visit his beautiful Photo Blog - Take a Look Around

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Waiting at a stop light...

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Kara sat in her car while she waited for the traffic light to turn green despite the steady blaze of red that seemed to taunt her into more waiting.

"It's my turn", she said out loud. Even though no one else was listening.

Disgruntled at the long wait and determined to get on with her commute, Kara began to tap her fingers on the steering wheel.

"It's my turn", she said out loud. Even though no one else was listening.

Her heart began to pound harder and harder as her irritation bloomed into full blown anger. She couldn't fathom a reasonable explanation as to why the light was taking so long to turn green.

"It's my turn", she yelled out loud and pounded her balled up fists on the steering wheel. Even though no one else was listening.

A car pulled up on her left side and Kara turned to look. As she did, her eyes caught a glimpse of a young girl who was firmly buckled up in her car seat in the rear of the car. The little girl began to entice Kara with a game of peek-a-boo.

Kara's heart immediately melted. Of course she wanted to play with this sweet little girl who was all smiles. The mom in the front seat of the car smiled and waved and nodded in approval of the game.

The tiny little girl dipped and tried to hide behind her hands with the grandest peek-a-boo gestures.

"It's my turn", Kara said out loud. Even though the little girl couldn't hear her. And, reciprocated with a big smile and wide eyes that gave way to an even more animated peek-a-boo.

....and then, the light turned green.

Sad that the game ended so soon, Kara waved goodbye to the little girl as both cars began to accelerate.

She patted her belly, now protruding with 7 months worth of new baby, as she grinned and said, "It's my turn! It's my turn to be a mommy soon."

~ Denise ~

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Masks

Photo by Lynda Lehmann

visit Lynda's website to see more of her

photography and art - lyndalehmann.com

and she is a part of - World Wide Women Artists

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Use masks in your writing today.

Literally or figuratively.

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My cloak, my concealer!
Enshroud my insecurities.
Protect the pretense which I put on.
Shield my face in your appearance,
that none may know my true affection.

What man should dare say
how another must spend his day?

false face of camouflage
shield me from criticism
within my clique of confidants
cover me in your facade.

To each and all his very own,
but be careful of what is sown.

haloed hood, hide me amongst
the masquerade known as society.
disguise my sins with your visor,
as a fig leaf for Eveandadam.

For all fall short of perfection,
upon the more meticulous inspection.

Let none pose a threat
to the veil which screens
my semblance to Judah
as I hide in my air of invulnerability.

dangle freely from the tree
with hideous grin of hypocrisy.

Show me a semblance
of the price to be paid.
Will it be an apple, or a life,
forty pieces of silver, or my soul?

Trust is that which when earned
Does not heat when it is burned.

Am I so blind? False colors
cover-up that which is true.
That all are in disguise for fear
of posture and the pretext
that some are more worthy.

No stone is thrown as I stand fast,
awaiting judgement for my past.

Raise the curtain, tear down the wall,
ruin my own disguisement.
Not as a pariah with nothing to lose
but as a man, just a man, nothing more.

What ever has a man to fear,
but to have none other near.
Dance with me as we sing free,
Laugh as we love unconditionally.

~ Stu Pidasso

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New Year of the Ox

Photo by C. John Edwards his blogs are -

http://scriptorsenex.blogspot.com/

http://cjeinexeter.blogspot.com/

http://cjehebrides.blogspot.com/

http://pensbyetal.blogspot.com/

and website -http://www.johnsbooks.org/galleries/gallery%201.htm
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Take a look at all the traditions, superstitions and rituals of

the Chinese New Year. Chose some aspect of it and include it in your writing.

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Firecrackers are said to ward off ghosts
The gentle pop pop pop of the powder
and the spark
and the flare
And they flutter
fade
scared

Personally, I find this all so unfair.
If a ghost wants to celebrate the new year,
who am I to say no?

~ Sarah

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K - Sunday's Alphabet Prompt

Photo by Highlander
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King is in the castle.

Write a story for him.

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My feet step upon this aging stone night after night, and becomes my prison. Those that look up to me feel as though I have all that I need, but what I want more than anything is to be free. To walk among them and feel the warmth of their soil, their somber company, share at their table, to feel their pain, so that I might return one day and become the ruler through his people, and bare their passion for life and truly know how to fulfill their needs as people, but here I sit upon this hill and know nothing but the loneliness of a birth right and wealth they cannot imagine could bring down these walls one day...

~ Chef E

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One Rose

Photo by Kane Hsieh

Visit his blog - Crimson-G-B

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Tell me the story of this man in this moment.

What happened before, what happens next?

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"Ok so you got the rose...now what? I surprise her...go up to her and say something like 'this is for you'...no no 'for you' and give it to her. And then what...she is going to forgive you just like that? It is a rose for gods shakes! I should say 'I am sorry'...its honest, its sincere, she WILL have to hear me out then! Oh, I wish I was ten, riding my bike, again...then all I had to do is look somebody in the eye and they would forgive me just for being...ten!"

Without realising it...his is the next stop. He clumsily grabs the white rose, comes off the bus and replays the dialogue in his head. She is there, out in the garden, with her plants, wearing her big, silly hat...

"I'm sorry, mum! I know it's been a long time but...I' ve been busy and...this is for you..."

~ Marianna

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Skiing

Photo by Rachel Cotterill

More of her photos can be found on her

Flickr Photostream and visit her Rachel's Ramblings blog

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Write today and include skiing or snowboarding in your verse or prose.

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Skiing

She promised we’d have fun.
My best friend Olivia,
the child model with the perfect smile
and hair that flipped
perfectly over her shoulder.
She invited me on a ski trip.
She said we’d love the snow,
and I’d be as good as her.

I was thirteen years old
with braces: yellow, pink and green
elastics on metal, restraining
my adolescent buck teeth.
My mother dressed me in
my step sister’s decade-old
plum-purple snow suit.
It swished and wooshed
between my thighs,
cutting circulation off at elastic
boundaries at my ankles and wrists.

Our first ride down:
“Bunny Slope.”
Not enough for me.
Next I attempted a steeper incline:
a plumb drop towards
cabins below,
a maze of rocks and trees.
Snow plow failed,
skiis fell sliding down the hill.
There, on the ice, my kneecap popped
out of the socket—
it was an abnormal shape—
that boney sphere sitting asymmetrical
under thin blue skin.

I knew Olivia wouldn’t climb uphill
to find me.
The humiliating part was
calling out for help,
between gulps of snot and saliva:
realizing I never would be Olivia.

~ Kristin Dombrowski

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Dragon Tale

Photo by Brett Trafford
visit his site 365 to 42 for more beautiful photographs.
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Let us write a bit of fantasy today
by using a dragon in our writing.

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"Tell me again Grandpa! How Sir Donsk froze the dragon!" Randy was fascinated by the monumental stone dragon perched on the barricade wall. Grandpa sighed, but smiled at the same time. The story was so clever and magical, he never tired of repeating it...

"All the dragons of the land, you know, are a different precious metal or stone. Because of the bronze quarries in the mountains around our little valley, the creators drew a bronze dragon from the heart of Mount Pire. It tormented the people of our valley for hundreds of years. No one knows how long a dragon lives, I've told you that. Well when my grandfather was a little boy, there was a man who came to the village named Donsk. That's all anyone ever called him. He said he knew just how to stop the dragon. In its tracks, he said. Over the years Donsk realized that the dragon always went away quickly when it started to rain, and would never go near the lake or the river. He also knew that the dragon loved to eat fish- but wouldn't go in the water to get them, and so stole them from us. He then concocted a plan to finish the dragon! In just one day he built a giant fish from paper, cloth and saplings. It was the day after the caravan from the coast had left, and Donsk had bough lots of fish. He painted each scale on his paper fish with the grease from one's he'd bought, til they shined in the sun. The dragon was sure to come, and the townspeople heard it roar from its lair, far off. They hid inside, but Donsk staid out. They heard him singing strange words, and some saw him doing a strange dance with buckets of water. It was a Rain Dance! Then the dragon arrived, but Donsk only sang louder and danced faster. The beast tried to eat the giant fake fish, but quickly realized it couldn't and set it on fire out of anger. Still Donsk did his Rain Dance. By then the dragon was perched on the wall, sniffing for something else to eat when suddenly Donsk's prayers were answered! Without warning there was an incredible downpour, and the dragon became stuck, stiff and rusted over with green rust from the rain that covers everything bronze sooner or later. Donsk of course was knighted and moved on to help other villages. That was the last that the dragon ever moved, though sometimes in droughts you might hear it start to roar. You better run to the lake then, with your biggest bucket and watch the steam rise off the Bronze Dragon when you dowse him. If you don't, you might be dowsing your barn instead."

~ I.N.Kwell



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Sunrise

Photo by C. John Edwards his blogs are -

http://scriptorsenex.blogspot.com/

http://cjeinexeter.blogspot.com/

http://cjehebrides.blogspot.com/

http://pensbyetal.blogspot.com/

and website -http://www.johnsbooks.org/galleries/gallery%201.htm
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Write of a sunrise.

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I find it fascinating that no matter what culture, country, ethnicity, faith, heritage we hail from...no matter where we are on the planet...A sunrise always signifies Beginnings, a chance to make good our transgressions, a clean slate. A phenomenon that we can all share in...no matter who and where we are.

~ Dan Felstead

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Politics

Photo by Monica

at http://monicasmindlessmutterings.blogspot.com/

and http://familyaffairphotos.blogspot.com/

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Politics

Share your opinions, share your hopes.

An interesting day for American,

but your writing can be about any

aspect of politics you want to write about today.

(No attacking, or hatefulness, please.)

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The political canvas of our nation is starting anew. No matter what side you’re on, now is not the time to judge, hold grudges or seek faults. Instead, we should rise above and endeavor to begin the next four years of our country’s history on the right foot. The one where tolerance supersedes all. The one where taking a hard look at our current situation and making the necessary sacrifices to correct it reign supreme. The one where we all—man, woman, black, white, Asian, whatever work together to shift America back to her rightful place amongst nations. The one where our hearts unite to a common goal—creating solidarity amongst her citizens.

If we keep these notions at the forefront, then as the following days, weeks and months roll into this new term, we will once again find ourselves united instead of fighting amongst ourselves. There’s already enough negativity in the world that threatens to bring nations to their knees. Let’s not allow the United States to fall victim to it. Let us stand tall, proud and linked together as we march forward into the future.

~ Just Do It Girl

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Sunset

Photo by Jim Pankey "WildSpirit"
Jim's Photography can be found at
Picasa and Fotothing
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Write of a sunset.

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Sunset Rictameter

Sunset
fading embers
soothe audacious waters
with a heavenly concerto
of dancing colour across the skyline
until the lovers succumb to
darkness and meet again
at morrow's end
Sunset

~ ::PuraPoetica::

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J - Sunday's Alphabet Prompt

Photo by Cyndy~
For more of Cyndy's Photography visit

http://www.pbase.com/cyndycat

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Give this kitty a J name and his own poem.

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Juniper Breeze
Is naught but a sleaze
Though the name does not imply
A freeloader, a bum,
Not skinny, but plump
The epitome of nine lives.

At sunrise he bathes
On Gossamer Lane
For breakfast he's found at the Ford's
Next it's the Hudson's
For a nap in the sun
At least until he gets bored.

By lunch time he's perched
Between Oak Street and Birch
To stalk all the families there
There's the Smallwoods, the Jones,
The Lowrys and the Fatones
The Michaels, the Bards, and O'Hares.

After dinner he finds
A spot to unwind
Propped up on a tree or a fence
Then he'll sing through the night
A song of delight
Because tomorrow he'll do it again.

~ Cynthia

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Fences

Photo by Lisa
Visit Lisa aka shabbygirl at
A Fish's Beach Wishes
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Mr. Frost offers up that "Good fences make good neighbors." in his poem Mending Walls.
Express your views of good or bad fences in your writing today.

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Why build
to block the sun rise?
What fun is there
in boundary lines?
Why shut out
what you may find?

A fence
is a thing to be climbed.

~ Zebuess

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Lightning

Photo by Dan Felstead
Wood and Pixels Narratives - http://www.woodandpixels.blogspot.com/
ETSY Shop: Wood andPixels - http://www.woodandpixels.etsy.com/
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Suggested Prompt...
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Use this amazing image to inspire your writing today.

A story of a storm, a poem of lightning, an essay on weather...

Any way you are inspired to write.

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As he walked through the fields, he thought of all the things he had wanted to say to her. His anger boiled inside him still unable to get out, unable to let itself be heard. As he looked up to the sky a flashing light painted it the colour of his wounded heart. As the thunder sounded he let his feelings burst out and he screamed, his voice mingling with the roaring of the storm.

~ Sullivan McPig

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Carnival

Photo by Highlander

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Carnival...

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"FASTER FASTER FASTER!" screamed Dylan.
"THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!" yelled Aidan.
"SHUT UP!" shouted Molly

TORNADO shot up into the dark October sky, and the rainbow colored compartments spun out to the sides. The speed increased, satisfying Dylan's demands. The wind blew past them so hard, that Aidan's azure eyes began to water, and Molly's blonde hair fanned out behind them.

"WEEEEEE!" screamed Molly, grabbing the two boy's hands, and reaching for the sky. Dylan released the popcorn bag he had been tightly clutching in his right hand, and it was whipped out of sight, down to the lingering kids below.

TORNADO turned, and the three teenagers slid to the left. Laughing, Molly fell on to Dylan, as Aidan fell on her. They swung back up, and suddenly, Dylan was falling on Molly, while she was falling on Aidan. As the colors whipped by, Aidan pointed with his free hand, to a bunch of seventh-grade girls who were giggling at the half-full bag of popcorn that had landed on a good-looking eighth-grader's head.

Soon, they were gone from sight. The ride began to slow, and Molly, Dylan, and Aidan stumbled off, the two boys laughing as she skipped around the basketball courts, tripping over her own feet. The two boys ran after her as she bounded up the steps of a jumbo slide, and went tumbling right behind her as she went down it. All three of them landed in a tangled heap at the bottom, shaking with laughter. As they got up, Molly planted a kiss on each cheek, and pulled them after her as she ran to picnic tables set up by the food stands. The trio collapsed onto the benches, and Aidan grabbed a new bag of popcorn off the tray of a passing couple. Dylan and Molly were giggling as they dug into the warm and buttery goodness.

"Let's go," suggested Dylan, after every last piece of popcorn had been consumed.
They moved over to the field at the edge of the basketball courts, and sank down onto the grass, looking up at the black sky, light by neon lights, breathing in the smells of popcorn and an October Carnival.

~ _we_the_pieces_

I really enjoyed all the writing offered for this wonderful picture. Thank you all who offered their imaginative writing here. - LJ

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Conversations

Photo by Monica

at http://monicasmindlessmutterings.blogspot.com/

and http://familyaffairphotos.blogspot.com/

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There are some very interesting conversations going on

down there, eavesdrop a bit and share with us.

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Jill had only a few minutes to gaze around and take in the dynamic array of colors in the umbrellas overhead before Lane walked in.

Lane. What a gorgeous, well-to-do, gregarious friend. She'd known Lane for over ten years and each year brought them closer and closer together. They thought nothing could dampen their closeness and both of them knew with great confidence their friendship could survive anything.

Lane sat down and looked at Jill with her widening smile and added a wink of the eye and said, "You better cancel your afternoon commitments now because we're in for a long haul today." Long haul was their code word way of saying there was something to share with the other that was going to go way beyond a mere lunch hour. A long haul was serious business and could only be used in dire emergencies.

Jill laughed heartily and said, "You've got to be kidding! Could you have given me a little more notice? Sheesh, girl! Ok, let me call my assistant."

Lane settled into her seat and threw her expensive handbag over the back of the chair while Jill carefully laid out rescheduling items over the phone. Lane glanced in every direction and tried to take in the myriad of guests around her while even surveying the passersby. She calculated the risk of being in such an open venue but, with much chagrin, decided there would never be a good place or a good time. Today is the day and it's been on her mind all week. It had taken up to today to find the words.

Jill closed her cell phone, dismissed the creeping feelings of guilt for last minute cancellations with clients, and turned to face her friend. Long hauls always required immediate need and urgent attention. "Lane, what's going on? What's up with the long haul?

Lane's expression quickly grew pensive, her eyes met straight on with Jill's, and she softly whispered, "Jill, it's cancer. And it's aggressive. And, um, the doctors are in agreement that curable treatment is not an option. They collectively have measured my future at just a few months."

Silence. There was only silence. Jill lost her breath as though she had been hit by a ferocious wind. All of the conversations around her melted into a dim, roaring white noise. She looked up and felt her emotions swirling like the intricate patterns of the gradient blues in the umbrella overhead.

It was going to be a long haul.

~ Denise ~

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Tall Tale

Photo by Lisa

Lisa's blog - Wearin' My Heart on My Sleeve
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Suggested Prompt...
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Use the age, height, magnificence of this ancient tree

to inspire your writing in some way today.

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Guardian of the forest, Nature's Shaman. Towering above all other flora within site...you are the watcher and reservoir of wisdom. Here before man arrived in your kingdom, but soon meeting your demise. Piercing though the canopy, in the distance you see the smoke from the diesels that power the generators. You hear the growling of the chain saws, the thunder of falling comrades. Only to wait for the inevitable end. Hundreds of years gone, prematurely, at the hand of the reaper's greed.

~ Dan Felstead

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Love

Photo by Brett Trafford

visit his site 365 to 42 for more beautiful photographs.

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Suggested Prompt...

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A love story or poem is always good writing.

Get a bit passionate today.

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Use me up
Then cast me down
Like a pebble crude upon a beach.
I'll take the ebb and flow of guilt and cleansing,
Letting them erode me to reveal something purer
Hidden beneath the waves.
And even though you cannot see me
You'll tread on me often enough,
Not realising how perfect an object of your perfection
I have become.
But in becoming I undo myself
And watch the stitches fall,
Just as you,
Upon a beach at sunset
Forget,
That without the pebbles you will sink into the sand.
And like me, despite your own attraction,
Easily overlooked and quickly forgotten
When the sun casts its coffin,
Rolls its lot,
And heads for the West.

~ Sacha van Straten

It was a difficult decision picking just one of these lovely writings of love. But I thought Sacha's poem captured a unique view of this photo beautifully. Thank you, as always, to all that write amazing pieces here.

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I - Sunday's Alphabet Prompt

Photo by C. John Edwards his blogs are -
http://scriptorsenex.blogspot.com/
http://cjeinexeter.blogspot.com/
http://cjehebrides.blogspot.com/
http://pensbyetal.blogspot.com/
and website -
http://www.johnsbooks.org/galleries/gallery%201.htm

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Suggested prompt...
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I is for Insect

A bit of writing celebrating all things creepy & crawly.

Ode to a lady bug... story of an inchworm... poem for a centipede,

be creative and open to many legged possibilities.

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Butterflies
Flutterbies
Birds better beware

Sun blockers
Shadow makers
On grass and on smooth shiny hair

Monarchs to moths
Have wings that are soft
And fall like gold dust in the air.

Flying machines
And pretty colored things
Real and fantastic and fair.

~ I.N.Kwell


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Prayer

Photo by Basir Seerat
visit Basir's photo blog at
http://www.basirseerat.blogspot.com/
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Suggested prompt...
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Write of faith or prayer.

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You lift me up;
Swift:
Your sword catches the
gleam of my anguish,
cuts the belly of it.
I bleed.

Thank you.

~ Shawn Michel de Montaigne

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Quiet Life

Photo by Jessica
Visit Jessica's 365 Day Photo Project Blog

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Suggested Prompt...
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Tell the story of this picture.
Or use it for a poem.

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Quiet life Tanka.

Rusty, tin-worn roofs,
Lay to rest the memories
Of gentle days past.
We wandered through green orchards
Once, which now become fallow.

~ Sacha van Straten

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Worn Grave

Photograph by François Dubeau
François' photos and a link for his art can be found at -
http://www.francoisdubeau.com/photos/
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Suggested prompt...
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Tell me the story of this warn wooden grave marker.

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Moss covered,
Overgrown,
Resting place,
Name unknown.
Crumbling marker
Of crumbling bone.
We are but actors in this place, a brief cameo before the curtain’s drawn;
It’s a sad truth we all must face, The end begins the day we’re born.
So while you’re here, your life embrace: Who will remember us once we’re gone?
Father, son,
Sister, brother;
Loyal friend,
Loving mother,
Neighbour, mate,
Secret lover.
Life is fun,
Life is toil.
Laughter, tears,
Midnight oil.
Sadly missed,
Sent to soil.
Moss covered,
Overgrown,
Resting place,
Name unknown.
Crumbling marker
Of crumbling bone.

~ J Cosmo Newbery

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Discovery

"Discovery" by Paula P.

His website is http://www.thinkingphoto.blogspot.com/

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Suggested prompt...

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Paul's title of this photo of "Discovery" is a perfect prompt,

use the image and this idea of human discovery for your writing today.

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When I was little, I suppose,
Chewing fingers or sucking toes
Had the charm of distant seas,
Full of knowledge, sport, and ease.

Then we learn as we grow up,
And have in hand a half-filled cup,
That foreign lands can pique and please
Like pretty girls who flirt and tease.

What we discover and desire
Can raise us up until much higher
Than birds aloft we climb, intense
And lifted with love by every sense.

Yet as we age, our comfort zone
May shrink so small we’re left alone
To question eternally where we’ll reside -
In glorious light or darker side?

~ Sometimes Sophia

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Story in the Clouds

Photo by C. John Edwards
his blogs are -

http://scriptorsenex.blogspot.com/

http://cjeinexeter.blogspot.com/

http://cjehebrides.blogspot.com/

http://pensbyetal.blogspot.com/

and website -

http://www.johnsbooks.org/galleries/gallery%201.htm
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Suggested prompt...

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Stop and look up at the clouds,

there is writing there. Share how you are inspired.

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Riley stared acoss the open water. The quiet breeze filled his lungs with the damp tang of salt and minerals. Blinking, he tried to rid his eyes of the grit and salt collecting in the corners, most of which had come from tears.

His breathed hitched. Tears. He was nearly empty, his face convulsing as the thought of her so far away wrapped his mind in a blanket of white pain. Nothing came, except two small drops that evaporated quickly in the air.

He lifted his head up, staring off into the long distance between the shocking white of the clouds. They billowed slowly, rolling, coiling: liquids of different densities dancing with one another in the silent dance of phase changes.

A cormorant soared overhead, searching for fish in the bay. Flight. Riley shook his head. There wasn't much time. The last flight out for the next week would be leaving within the hour. He waved to the bird and turned, running to his car, calculating the time and distance to salvation.

Behind him, the clouds continued their quiet pas de deux, slowly disappearing into a haze of azure memories.

~ Irish Gumbo

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Kitten

Photo by BLOGitse
More of her wonderful photography and
links to her other blogs can be found at
http://blogitsephotos.blogspot.com/

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Suggested prompt...
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A little kitty tale.

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No pictures please,
I'm trying to hunt.
I'll catch these fleas,
Out back or in front.
So if you could
Get out of my way,
I'll lick them good -
You won't need to spray!

I've spotted one!
Hiding by that rock;
I'll swat to stun,
Then while it's in shock
I'll pick it up,
Bring it in and place
It by your cup,
And tongue-wash my face!

~ Marc

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H - Sunday's Alphabet Prompt

Photo by Jim Pankey "WildSpirit"

Jim's Photography can be found at

Picasa and Fotothing

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Suggested prompt...
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Write a poem inspired by the hawk in this photo.

Remember - All prompts beneath the photos are only suggestions.

You are free to use the photo to be inspired to write any way you desire.

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Behind you the tsunami rises
Before you the tornado of evil
The smoke of success trails
from your wings--
Soar!

~ Shawn Michel de Montaigne

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Ancient Stones

Photo by Reno

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Suggested prompt...

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Tell an ancient tale inspired by the Colosseum.

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Gordianus blinked rapidly in a futile attempt to rid his eyes of sand. Full summer in Rome and the white-hot disc of the sun was just past the zenith. The buzzing of flies was thunderous in his ears, almost drowning out the roar of the cheering crowd. Gordianus could feel the flies crawling over his chest and belly. Their feet were like feathers on his blood-streaked skin, and he thought it would have tickled if he hadn’t been in such agony.

Gordianus corrected himself: part of him was in agony, the part where a huge tiger had mauled him, shredding the belly flesh. He could not feel his legs. He realized he could not move his legs. Judging from the unnatural twist to his abdomen, Gordianus thought “I must have broken my back when the tiger pushed me backward over the rock that had been behind me”. His throat spasmed as he sucked in a wheezy lungful of air, grit scouring his raw windpipe. Gordianus coughed weakly and spat into the sand under his right cheek. It felt warm and wet. He could see four fat drops of blood beading up on the sand, hard and bright in the unforgiving sun, like the eyes of a tarantula.

Gordianus felt a wave of dizziness was over him. He was beginning to feel cold as the blood leaked out of his ruined abdomen. He became aware that his left arm was pinned, held under something large and furred. Swiveling his head, he turned to find his face mere inches away from the enormous fangs of a dead tiger. The mouth was gaping open slightly, a thin foam of bloody spittle trailing out onto the sand. Gordianus could smell the remains of its breath, a steamy combination of wet iron and rotting meat. A huge paw rested on the sand between them. He resisted the urge to reach out and shake it. The eyes of the tiger were half closed as if awakening from a pleasant nap. Just beyond the thickly muscled shoulder the blade of a heavy sword jutted out from between two ribs, its hilt against the sky like the mast of a macabre ship. Gordianus realized his last blow had been lucky. He must have hit the lungs even as the tiger was ripping into Gordianus’ belly. “My friend”, he thought, “If only we had been sleeping, lying on the plains of my homeland. I am sorry you and I have come to such an end.”

The gladiator’s eyes began to dim, and he knew he was dying. He lolled his head back, seeking one more glimpse of the Colosseum that had been his second home. He waved his right hand feebly in goodbye; the approaching slaves thought Gordianus was trying to send them away. They hesitated, in awe of the fighter. Gordianus’ mouth twitched up in a small smile, shuddering as the final breaths left his lungs. As his vision went black, he mouthed a prayer, beseeching the gods to allow his soul to rest with all the others trapped among the stones of this arena.

The tiger said nothing, mute and unseeing, Gordianus’ hand resting on its massive paw.

~ Irish Gumbo

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Field of Gold

Photo by Basir Seerat

visit Basir's photo blog at

http://www.basirseerat.blogspot.com/

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Suggested prompt...

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Write a poem or short story as you are inspired from this photo.

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Seeking refuge
I wade, uncertain.
Through these field
of wilting lives
I moan, longing.
For I refuse to believe
that I stand against
the drying pain, alone.
That somewhere or here
I will be found, consoled.
In this sea of dying hope
I thought I saw them, waving.
But like the arid air
this earth breathe,
they're just there, too, waiting.

~ droL

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Roses

Photo by Kathryn

for more of Kathryn's photography visit -

http://www.pbase.com/katwilkens

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Write of the beauty of a rose.

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Roses are all very lovely, but the red rose is the most alluring, the femme fatale among the pretties that could snap your neck with a passionate kiss. The red rose is a seductress, tempting even the most logical to abandon care and jump through through flame to be cradled by satisfaction. Oh, red rose, as soft as a virgin's thigh, scraping like a cloud against a flushed cheek as the chin inclines toward first kiss. Yes! Red rose that wraps the moment in silk, tilts the universe a few degrees, and unleashes the darkest desire, the wanton need to know better and say yes regardless. The red rose stands out among the crowd of fragrant beauties, flashing crimson intention and more than willing to be our partner in crime.

~ Killerwit

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