Somewhere, it is snowing, but not at Chantli Mare!!! There, every Sunday is Palm Sunday.
https://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2017/03/12/sunday-trees-278/
Somewhere, it is snowing, but not at Chantli Mare!!! There, every Sunday is Palm Sunday.
https://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2017/03/12/sunday-trees-278/

jdb phonto for Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge
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Sunset Susurration
The murmuration of the waves, the breeze’s gentle rush,
the small stain of the setting sun, spread by nature’s brush.
The yellow of her pallet, bold orange and red and pink
complicate the skyline as we watch the sun’s orb sink
like a flame-red new-cast penny set upon the ledge
of that calmer ocean on the horizon’s edge.
See it slip so quickly into the ocean’s slot,
making us forget for now all that we are not.
All of life’s frustrations, all misbegotten schemes,
are flushed into the water to sink into its seams.
This is why we gather to watch the sunset’s beauty.
every single evening—as though it were a duty.
The prompt today was murmuration.
Query
Have you a pattern for your life
wherein you’ve cut out stress and strife,
only allowing perfection?
Is every day a new confection—
cherry pie and chocolate cake?
No rejection? No heartbreak?
No erstwhile friends or jealous crazies—
your entire life a field of daisies?
It must be great, without a doubt,
but what have you to write about?
The prompt word today was pattern.
“Love Charms” mixed media assemblage, Judy Dykstra-Brown
When in Love
Life’s puzzles all seem solved when love makes you replete.
It fills in all your caverns, making you complete.
No matter what the the time frame: a lifetime or a minute,
love is not an abstract when you’re firmly in it.
The prompt today was abstract.
The Not Yet Dead Poets Society new Anthology is now available on Amazon.

Here is a link: https://www.amazon.com/Romancing-Muse-Selected-Poems-Chapalas/dp/1540749967/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1488924021&sr=8-2&keywords=kenneth+salzmann
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https://ceenphotography.com/2017/03/09/cees-black-white-photo-challenge-letters-c-or-d/

The Reluctant Gardener
I note the nuance of your kissing
and intuit that I’ll soon be missing
even the last tiny spark
of what we once had in the dark
that, exposed to light of day,
has gradually seeped away.
The occult pleasure of new romance
should, when given half a chance,
bloom and flourish in the light
and with another, surely might.
But something’s absent in your heart
that forbids true love a start.
Some emptiness or darker need
is prone to killing commitment’s seed.
You dig new hole after new hole
with germination no final goal.
Whatever hopes you might have planted,
today you have clearly recanted.
The prompt today was nuance.