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Sorry guys, I am still recovering from the flu and totally missed my Midweek Features. Since Anna is very busy with the magazine, I offered to do the Sunday Features for her.
It’s a bit of a mixed bag this week. Hope you like.
I love this image because I loved the colours and contrast and the fabulous dress! :-)
It’s a bit of a mixed bag this week. Hope you like.
I love this image because I loved the colours and contrast and the fabulous dress! :-)
And this poem seemed to go perfectly with it, especially the bit “Just look at me disappear”.
Mixed Messages by © wordthrift
Hello,
every time I walk in a room. Just
look at me disappear. The
poor thing.
My mixed messages, they are
exceptional misdirection. Slow
Passing passerby.
listen, you’ll hear my
ear ache, it echoes the
absurd “me”. A
singing scream into a finite
eternity.
I couldn’t resist the colours in this image. Green and blue (I am told) don’t go together, but I love them and they certainly work in this striking image.
Autumnwind is one of my all time favourite poets and this poem just makes so many pictures in my head….
hell is going around again…
its adamant and frantic
in truth its running rampant
though do no bother with a hide
it slithers underneath your hair
horror leaches wretched fear
oh we… why so unaware
Curse these hellish times…
traveling through arteries
up your burning spine
as it makes its crazy tree
of creeping bloody insane vines
hell it un-grounds your hold
lifts you up to scary heights
with scarring, poisoned claws
release is sudden proving power
fall to crawl
to shadow
when this circus finds your town
its carnival so cries
a laugh that screeches
demon lies
bleaching eyes
fooling us
yet one more time
hold onto your very soul
while this tempest turns your way
ones you love…swept away
hell is dark
this day
hell is going around again
a warning come my way
one I had to share with you
to relish
insouciant days
rejoice in freedom’s hour
on this earth
with sun and stars
and moon beams
forging magic
the thunder roars
it’s at your door
hell comes…
and it is tragic
This was one of the images I saw in my image stream and I knew I had to include it in the next features. So many dreams and hopes and wishes…
Here is one of those questions I am sure many of us asked when we were young and looked at our mothers.
Tell me Mrs. by © callmejulia
Tell me Mrs.
Were you once like me?
Was there a time when you spoke instead of smiled?
A time where you dared to dream instead of dreamt of being daring.
Did you once possess an amber gaze and diamond voice?
And are those stones now set in a golden ring you wear on your left hand?
Did you notice when they replaced your diamond voice with glass?
A song now shattered.
Did you notice when your precious gaze became a dead lead stare?
The stare of the conquered.
Once you were the Shulammite girl with the eyes of doves.
Once you were Isobel, married to yourself.
Once you were Mulan, a flower with the spirit of a warrior.
Once you were Heroine, Queen and Priestess of your own heart.
And once you were like me.
So tell me Mrs.
Will I become you?
All the different stages of growing and all the connections we make.
Reflection by © Anji Johnston
I love this poem. That’s what this group is all about.
As luck would have it
I am blessed with two
As Sisters we started
Now good friends too!
And then there are my Soul Sisters. . .
These are the ones
Whom I admire,
Who daily inspire,
Not related by flesh,
By hearts we enmesh. . .
In friendship we endeavor
As Soul Sisters forever. . .
You know who you are
A fabulous image, bright and full of whimsy and happiness.
Happy by © MissMoselle
This poem encapsulates all the love of life and living shown in the image.
Open up your soul
take another chance
let the dice roll
believe in romance…
Release your inner glow
throw away doubt
let your light show
never live without…
Life and love are to be embraced, explored and shared
have a little faith
you’re never alone
trust in yourself and others…
I leave you with these words from my heart and soul
with all my love always…
Let pain fade away
heal your aching heart
breathe in another day
make a new start
Dancing under the moonlight
taste the midnight air
bathing in the Sunlight
warmth two can share
Follow all your dreams
wipe away the tears
live to full extremes
leave behind the fears
Embrace in the love
kisses you’ll never forget
beneath the stars above
passion without any regret
What an amazing image. Makes you think and wonder.
Another of my all time favourite poets. There’s something so very special about this poem, a trip and a half round the moon and back.
It’s no accident
that light comes through
like mosaics of windowless panes:
from Sunday hats and prayer bowls—
to screaming in a crowded room
no-one can hear
but you.
There are heads that know
no bounds,
and comedians who know
no jokes,
and constellations who’ve forgotten
they are constellations—
who’ve forgotten they were
once upon a time:
a man
a god—
a story only they really
ever knew;
not just a memory
of heaven, hung
like a world
in a sky
they cannot
control,
never-mind, remember.
Is it too much to be
able to call home, home?—
Or turn a mountain into
a bale of hay into
a crystal,
which can still sing
of roots
on top of still mountains
and still recall
every last
humble,
and rustling,
word?
I am calling out to you
from between the lines,
to hear my heart playing
Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata
from the palm
of your outstretched hand,
and to kiss
the sparkle
in my eye:
as a child does
a pane
of clear sunlit glass,
reflecting
only
his love.
Hope you like. :-) xo
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