Love’s Messenger
If you write me a love letter
with a fine point pen or better,
I do not care with what I talk.
Give me a Sharpie, lipstick, chalk.
No matter what I may use to scrawl,
it is better than no love at all!
Welcome to “The Numbers Game #13” Today’s number is 134. To play along, go to your photos file and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find under that number and include a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title.
This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below.
Leaving the Beach at the End of Day
The drifted sand over sun-baked clay
impedes our progress, prolongs our day.
A rose-red sun, gem in the sky,
a veil of pearl-white cloud floats by.
We pick our way across the beach,
scarce foothold here within our reach.
Another page in our book of days,
grateful for an enshrouding haze,
our reddened flesh, lips split by sun,
are welcome payment for this day of fun.
For The Sunday Whirl 646 the words are: flesh sand clay scarce drifted pearl page split pick veil rose gem
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 