Oh, Baby, I'm Nostalgic

December 11, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

There is nothing like a baby around to lift the spirits. And, they make me nostalgic. As does this video of our granddaughter’s recent carolling. Where have the years gone? (For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo A Week: babies, and Lens-Artists: nostalgic)

Pondering Abstractions

December 2, 2019.Reading time 1 minute.

The certainty of yesterdayhas slipped our grasplight deflecting truthtossing us into the abstract I ponder processand outcomes,will my mind to carry megliding between thermalsdissolving into vapours Some realities too hard to bear –dislodged, we tread the indeterminate. (I submit these images and poem to the challenges of Lens-Artists and Ragtag Community. While we try to […]

Brrr!

November 27, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Snow mocks schedules –compromises plans Leaves icy fingers to tauntpaints the world anew. For Lens-Artists Photo a Week Challenge: cold.

Waiting

November 20, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

A groundhog waits for this photographer to move on. Not sure what this guy is waiting for, but I feel as if I can relate. (For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: waiting)

Stay Away

November 16, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I follow GPS, in search of river trails, and find a road blocked off. Curious, I park the car and carefully step through the overgrowth to the place where a bridge once carried traffic over the river. Strange the absence of passage, the neglect. A rocky embankment houses creeping vines, and the weavings of a […]

Monochrome Day

November 6, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Not flat, nor colourless,just a monochrome day. For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: monochrome.

Two By Two

October 30, 2019.Reading time less than 1 minute.

For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Seeing Double

Transformation

As light in darkness transforms mundanity, so too am I salvaged – revelation turning back the icy pallor of Winter. (Tanka borrowed from a previous post on One Woman’s Quest II: Resetting the Dial. I have given the poem a title here. Image from personal collection.)

Growth Is Not Placid

Pastoral placid, tonic for the soul – beware stagnation, partake in daring, honour spirit’s longing for the wild; grow wings. (For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: placid/wild; and for BrewNSpew’s prompt: partake. Image from personal collection.)

Weed Through

Fear finds its fortune in ignorance, cashes in on hate – set the dial to love weed through propaganda, decode the depraved, aim to rise above education and openness, mechanisms leading to a lasting treasure. (Image from personal collection.)

One Woman's Quest II

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