Thursday Photo Prompt- Murmur #Writephoto

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Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows dark clouds and bare trees against a fiery sunset, with a murmration of starlings creating a cloud of their own

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A miraculous sight a lucky few witness

They move as one, these thousands of birds

A pattern even the most sophisticated equipment

Cannot predict with any firm logic

It is totally beyond what we know

But it just show us how the majestic nature

Can give the creatures of wild, the harmony

The coordination to move as one body

It reaffirms our faith in the Creators omnipotence

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Thursday Photo Prompt- Reaching #WritePhoto

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Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a barren landscape against the shadows of distant hills. Bare branches reach towards each other, framing the scene, while shafts of light stream through a golden window in the dark, cloudy skies.
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I often feel the connection when nature beckons

As if inviting us to feel and share its different moods

Looking at this vista I feel that

The canopy overhead is incomplete, and it seems

The branches are reaching out to each other

Saying, let’s hold hands and join

Make strong bonds which enforce

The dominion of the nature

Even the rays of the watered down sunlight

Feels ineffective and melancholy here

The whole ambience is trying to gather strength

Working up its energy and force

To show that it rules here and no one else

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Thursday Photo Prompt- Poised #WritePhoto

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Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt. You can find all last week’s entries in the weekly round-up, which was published earlier today.

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a leaf-strewn flight of stone-cut steps descending into a hole in the ground. Poised to ascend…or descend… is the dark silhouette of a strange figure…

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Poised for flight

Hiding here in the shadows

He waits and listens intently

Life has not been easy for him he feels

Because he wasn’t born like others

He looks different and is considered

An anomaly, an aberration to be avoided

He seeks shadows to hide in

To remain out of sight of the world

Because they make fun of him

They ridicule and torture when they see him

So he hides in shadows, poised for flight

Only he knows how their words wound him

And to him loneliness is better than hate

That is meted out to him every time

He ventures out into the open

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Thursday Photo Prompt- Frozen # Writephoto

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Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 4th September and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pink and frosty dawn and a path of cracked ice leading towards the horizon.

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My rosy dreams pave the way

To the sky, they take me away

I can rise and touch the zenith

Just in my rosy dreams where everything is possible

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Thursday Photo Prompt- Mirror #Writephoto- The water Sprite

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Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows green trees that ring a still pool. The sun shines brightly through the branches, casting a perfect reflection…and on the surface of the water, rainbows dance.

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The water sprite

Fairie like it’s tiny wings beating

Flitting on the still surface of the water

Playing with sunbeams and shadows

It enchants the heart of anyone who

Finds the vision to look at it

Many take it for a butterfly

Some think it is just a reflection

Only little ones can see its magic

Small hands want to hold it in their palm

But it eludes and flits away

To entice others in this magical place

On the still surface of the pond

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Thursday Photo Prompt – Journey

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Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green hill against a misty, grey sky. Across the top of the hill strides a strangely proportioned figure. His head is bowed and he is carrying a staff.

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Man on the hill

They had built the statue on the top of the hill so that everyone who came could see it from a distance.

The villagers were so familiar with it that they hardly glanced at it during their daily life. It was only when a newcomer or a tourist came and asked about it that they would look at it while they related the story of the man on the hill.

Long ago there was a fierce battle for the possession of the village. The army of the king had defended. The intruders were repulsed but at a heavy cost. After the battle they buried their dead and grieved for the parents who had lost their sons in a senseless war. A couple of months later a man came to the village to look for his sons. His two sons who had died in the war! He searched for their graves and when he found them, he spent the rest of his life, sitting near the graves, looking at them. The villagers tried to console him but he was heartbroken. They were last of his family and after their death he was all alone in the world. He died after a few years and the villagers were left with an overwhelming desire to commemorate his devotion to his sons. They commissioned an artist to built an oversized statue of the father on the top of the hill. It would serve as a reminder of the futility of war.

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Thursday Photo Prompt- Within #Wrotephoto

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Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

If you know where it was taken, please keep it to yourself to let imaginations play. 

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a summer landscape of rocky hills, seen from within a stone chamber.

Standing here in the shadow of the cave, he was sure that no one could see him. The vista in front on him was the summer at its best. Azure sky, brilliant green grassy hills and sunshine. But there was no joy in his heart. He felt as if the world was taunting him. He who was so happy and content a few days ago, had lost all will to live. What a difference a few sentences uttered by his doctor had made in his life, and at the way he looked at world. If he was going to die, then what was the aim of all this beauty in front of him.

But within him there arose a sentiment that at first felt alien but as he concentrated, he recognized it. It was the bud of hope. Hope that was enticing him to go out of the shadows into the bright light. Hope that was telling him to enjoy the time he had left, to the fullest. Hope that was nudging him to look up and not down.

Who knows what the future has in store for us?

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Thursday Photo Prompt- Destination #Writephoto

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Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

If you know where it was taken, please keep it to yourself to let imaginations play.🙂

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon(GMT)  Wednesday 7th August and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a path between an avenue of trees. Shadows from hidden sunlight fall across the path, but mist obscures the way forward…

 

The morning dew glistens on the glass verge

Dawn Light filtering through the trees in shafts

The road winding down into the shadows

The mist obscuring the view from my eyes

I know I  my destination lies  through this path

But what lays at that point I don’t know yet

I will keep my eyes fixed on my goal

The path may deviate but I won’t lose my way

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Thursday Photo Prompt-Aflame #Writephoto

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Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt.

If you know where it was taken, please keep it to yourself to let imaginations play. 

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 31st July and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up. 

For visually challenged writers, the image shows an empty landscape beneath a blue sky. Darkness gathers above the horizon and between land and cloud, the sky is aflame…
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Today was the start of his new life.

He had left behind his hectic job in the big city and the successful career. That life was draining him of his energy and vitality ounce by ounce. So he made the big decision one day. Resigned from his high level job and bought this farm in the country. He was planning to breed horses. He had always loved horse riding and it spoke to him. This desire to build something. To raise an animal with love and care. It would give him something to be proud of, a sense of accomplishment.

Today was the first day on his farm and the sky was slowly illuminating with dawn. It seemed as if the universe was aflame in anticipation of his new life. He felt confident that he will make a go of this life.

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Thursday Photo Prompt- Clarity #Writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a seashore with a clear, turquoise sea, bordered by small islands and a rocky headland .

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Looking at this vast expanse of ocean

I find the clarity that was lost somewhere

My vision was clouded with the doubts

Which play on the mind when we lose sight

What is important and what is just trivial

Now I see that life is wide open challenge

No need to fear what comes next just do

Whatever you think is the right thing to do

The destiny is in your hands all along

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