https://ceenphotography.com/2016/10/29/flower-of-the-day-october-30-2016-rose/
The prompt word today was “Creatures.”
Which doors would you knock on?
https://jennifernicholewells.com/2016/09/01/jnws-halloween-challenge/
I can’t resist taking photos of the full moon. Perhaps this is why:
The Moon is Full and Waiting
The moon is full and waiting, and though the night is chill,
my true love expects me over yonder hill.
His ardent call invites me to join him for the night,
and yet I dread the cold cold wind and the failing light.
If I were only twenty, I’d have no choice to make;
but I have guests arriving and sweet bites yet to bake.
My true love lies waiting over yonder hill,
but he’ll return another night. I am sure he will,
for he has no other to overlook his flaws:
the roughness of his ardor, the power of his jaws.
His embrace often bruises, though this is not his intent.
In the excess of his ardor, only tenderness is meant.
The warm cave of our meeting carves out yonder hill,
but tonight I will not join him. It may be I never will.
Tomorrow night the full moon will partially be spent,
and perhaps on next month’s equal, once more I won’t relent.
Perhaps I’ll find another closer to my kind,
though an equal to his passion I’m unlikely to find.
A swift wind blows the clouds away to clear the shrouded moon.
My guests will be arriving. I know it will be soon.
I stir in leavening powder. I stir in heavy cream.
Across the hand I stir with falls the moon’s broad beam.
I drop the spoon and go again to open up the door.
I hear the gentle song of wind, my lover’s beckoning roar.
I answer with a beat of blood. A spasm in my thigh
invites me to be climbing over distant hill and high.
The crumbs fall from my fingers as I run into the night.
I do not feel the bruising stones or the wind’s cold bite.
My lover calls me onward, and once again I go.
For when the full moon calls me, not once have I said no.
(If this poem sounds familiar, it is because it is a rewrite of one I posted earlier. It is just so appropriate for today’s photo prompt, that I couldn’t resist posting it again.)
https://jennifernicholewells.com/2016/10/28/jnws-halloween-challenge-full-moon/
This is an excellent essay on the political situation of the past 8 years and the best plea for everyone to vote that I’ve heard so far this year. I hope you take the time to read it.
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt
Waiting to Vote
Tuesday, November 8th, 2016 another Presidential Election day is rapidly approaching in the United States of America. Would you please use your right and privilege to cast your ballot and vote for the candidate of your choice? Will you stand in line for a long period of time? Even if the waiting line goes around the block? It might be necessary, to be able to cast your vote. We still have a democracy, we put leaders in office with ballots instead of bullets. We are the envy of the world for having the freedom to choose our leaders at the voting booth.
We claim to have a Democracy. The people who are elected to office are elected to represent all the people. That also includes those who didn’t vote for them. They are supposed to be working…
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Northern Doors from Prince Edward Island to Eagan, Minnesota..I love the muted grays and whites.
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These wild orchids feel right at home in my royal poinciana tree. I forget they are there, tucked away in the branches and then suddenly one day look up and they are blooming. Like a gift of flowers from a mysterious benefactor.
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/10/27/flower-of-the-day-october-28-2016-rose/
Last year, I did a post about a neglected gravesite that I adopted, cleared and decorated. Yesterday, I went back to check on it and this is what I found:
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I guess I have my work cut out for me again this year, although underneath the volunteer foliage, I made out the much-enlarged forms of aloe plants I planted last year. Perhaps I’ll find some of the sun roses, as well, once I’ve cleared away a bit.
I had made the mistake of coming in through the front entrance of this large graveyard, and since the plot I adopted last year was at the very back, it was hard work finding my way back uphill through the maze of graves back to my car. Time and again, I came to a dead end, my way blocked by a huge crypt or fenced off area. There seem to be no clearly defined paths, but on my circuitous way back, I came upon this little grave even bleaker in its surroundings than that of my adopted departeds, although marked by a Virgin of Guadalupe that was beautifully patinaed by age:
The prompt today is “graveyard.”