In other words- The beach

Image by seth0s from Pixabay

As I stand on the deserted beach, my eyes go towards the horizon

Without even trying the universe teaches us a valuable lesson

How insignificant we are when compared with this grandeur of nature

Where the grains of the sand or the stars in the sky cannot be even counted

Why do we suffer from the illusion of being significant and important here?

Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less
Use the picture and/or the word(s), the beach as inspiration
Link back to this post

In response to;

In other words- The beach

A Prompt by; Patricia’s Place

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BrewNSpew Café July 15- 2019

There is a tempest raging in my head

There are conflicting emotions warring

The critic wants to be let lose to wreck

The power of negativity and find faults

While the optimist wants to see sunshine

And roses everywhere and be pleased

With everything that it finds around it

Who should have an upper hand I ask

Or should both learn to exist in harmony

A balance where I can see the faults and

Correct them, count the blessings and

Exists in a plane of reality not in utopia

The prompt;

Word of the week – tempest (noun) – a violent wind storm. Synonyms – squall, storm, gale, hurricane, tornado, typhoon, cloudburst, monsoon, snowstorm, blizzard, windstorm.

In response to;

BrewNSpew Café July 15-2019

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Thursday Inspiration #12

This week’s theme is garden and this picture. Here is the song snippet from “Octopus’s Garden,” written by Richard Starkey in 1969:

I‘d like to be under the sea
In an octopus’ garden in the shade
He’d let us in, knows where we’ve been
In his octopus’ garden in the shade

Photo found on Pixabay

Gently swaying in the current of warm water

My underwater garden is something to behold

Instead of birds, I have fish swimming here

No birdsongs but the murmuring of the ocean

You can see the color of the coral and seaweeds

There is only one problem that you face here

The air is scarce here so bring your own oxygen

But I assure you there is plenty to amuse you

Look at these oysters with a beautiful display

Of lovely pearls, precious and unequal to anything

That can be found in any ordinary garden anywhere!

In response to;

Thursday Inspiration #12

A Prompt by Paula of Light Motifs II

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #95- Oh, to be free!

1. Acatalepsy (the idea that it is impossible to truly comprehend anything)

Source: https://www.adventureinyou.com/

2. Eleutheromania (intense desire for freedom)

Eleutheromania is eating up inside her

This golden cage is beautiful but it still

Holds her in, captive and imprisoned

The soul needs to be free, to float in

The wide open spaces and to enjoy

The thing that they call liberty or freedom

She would gladly give her life in exchange

For the chance to be free from this cage

But it’s like Acatalepsy to those who never

Have been free, have always been slaves

Because the blind cannot comprehend light

And the deaf cannot understand the melodies

FOR THE NEW ENTRANTS

As usual, there is no restriction on the format or length ofthe piece. You can get as creative and innovative as you want.

Write a post on your blog, and link it up here with apingback, or copy-paste the blog link in Comments. Tag it Reena’s ExplorationChallenge for easy access in the Blog Roll.

I eagerly await your responses.

In response to;

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #95

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In Other Words- Voices

What is that I hear…… The whispers in my head

Voices which undermine my decisions and choices

Always a negative tone attached with hint of criticism

I shake my head to silent this cacophony of censure

Freeing myself to make my own way in the world

The prompt;

Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less
Use the picture and/or the word, voices as inspiration
Link back to this post

In response to;

In Other Words- Voices

A Prompt by;

Patricia’s Place

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MLMM- Photo Challenge #271

– Chad Michael Ward

Use above image as inspiration for a poem or short story.

The music surrounds her mind

She immerses her soul in it deep

It vibrates in every fiber of her being

It takes her to a world free from all

The problems and worries that are

A part her life which she rather escape

In response to;

MLMM-Photo Challenge #271

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Tale Weaver #230

Today

We celebrate her life

And not the fact she died

She lived life as she saw fit

Not bending to the conventions

Or the expectations of people

Did some good, but most importantly

Did no harm, at least knowingly and intentionally

She wanted to be remembered with smiles and joy

That she brought to the lives of those she touched

Today

We celebrate her life and not her death

( An eulogy that I hope someone will read on my funeral)

The prompt;

This week consider the notion of Eulogy as a task to write about.

It could be your own, a friend, a parent, a child or you may like to write a story in which a eulogy features.

Please link your responses using the linking tool below and have the best fun you can sitting down. (With thanks to Terry Pratchett.)

In response to;

Tale Weaver #230

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday July 6/2019

I put on my thinking cap ’cause there is

Much that I need to ponder upon or you can say

There is food for thought, something to chew upon

If I could choose on or the other, I would choose this

But maybe I should buckle up my shoe and take that

This all is a nonsense rhyme so that I can write something

That may make some sense or then maybe it’s total rubbish!

(Added shoe to this silly rhyme as it also rhymes! Just for smiles)

The prompt;

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “chew/choo.” Use one or both, any way you’d like. Have fun!

In response to;

Stream of Consciousness Saturday July 6/2019

A Prompt by Linda G Hill

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The artist

It took him an eternity to capture

The true spirit of the scene he was painting

No follower of any camp, he was a rebel

Charting his own course and inventing a way

That was particularly his own signature style

Though he wasn’t looking for appreciation

Or praise from others, he found both in plenty

He still paints just to satisfy his inner thirst

But being able to pay the bills is a bonus

In response to the following prompts;

Your daily word prompt;

Eternity

FOWC;

Rebel

RDP;

Camp

Word of the day challenge;

Capture

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Thursday Inspiration #11

Photo found on Pixabay

The samoon blows

Moving the dunes

Creating ripples in the sand

Just like waves in the ocean

If we could listen to the song

The song that the desert sings

A melody which tells us of all

That these ancient sands have seen

Over the centuries they have existed

What wonderful stories they would tell

The prompt;

This week’s theme is sand and the picture. Here is the song snippet from “Song of Sand,” written by Suzanne Vega in 1992:

If sand waves were sound waves
What song would be in the air now
What stinging tune
Could split this endless noon
And make the sky swell with rains

In response to;

Thursday Inspiration #11

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