Photo Challenge: Poem – Licentia – “Without A Sound” #amwriting #poetry #love


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo prompt:

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Credit: Rich Howman

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Laughter in the moment, golden hour found

Hearts beat as one, time stops, without a sound

Swing her up into your arms, because it —

Felt like the thing to do, she’s dear and swift;

Her punch on your arm, painful kind of bliss

All to happy to meet with a wet kiss. 

Perserved in time the clock keeps ticking fast, 

Moments gone, looking back, it never lasts. 

Years slide forward, what can you do but, 

Move forward too, memories cause a rut. 

Laughter in the moment, golden hour found, 

Hearts beat as one, time stops, without a sound

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Swept her up into your arms, because it —

Felt like the thing to do, she’s dear and swift. 

Wiggling and giggling in your —

Arms; begging to have legs on ground restored

She thought she was too heavy for your back, 

You just laughed and kept her close, said “Relax.” 

You were walking barefoot on the cool —

Wet ground, the grass made you slip, such glad fools. 

Drop of joy harnessed in a crystal glass

Kept to hold, make the precious moments last. 

Laughter in the moment, golden hour found,

Hearts beat as one, time stops, without a sound.

Her punch on your arm, painful kind of bliss

All too happy to meet with a wet kiss. 

Lovers as close as lovers can be, rolling —

On the blanket, on grass, after strolling.

Gleam in her eyes promising heaven, 

Twist of her smile taking you to Never —

-land of pirates, lost boys, and she, Wendy, 

Picking up a sword, fighting for her when —

Pirates attacked; shoeless running in real

Life; time ceasing again, treasures for feels. 

Laughter in the moment, golden hour found

Hearts beat as one, time stops, without a sound

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Perserved in time, clock keeps ticking fast, 

Moments gone, looking back, it never lasts. 

The truth is hard to swallow, to remember

Years pass, euphoria is dismembered

Harsh realities, sickness, health; sickness wins, 

She flew away my sparrow with the wind.

Such disease sucks the life from a body, 

Hope, a religious dream from pain prodded. 

A new eternity to love, swing round with —

Dirty bare feet and love despite death’s grip. 

Laughter in the moment, golden hour found

Hearts beat as one, time stops, without a sound

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: One Step too Far for Modern Art


“Look at those cows. They’re incredible.” Dorothy said.

“This entire gallery is full of painted cows. Is this the artists ‘thing?’ Why has the artist painted all these heavy plastic cows?” Stanley asked an art gallery employee.

“Hi, I’m Theresa. I work here at The Moo Gallery, isn’t Shaunda Rose talented? She painted all these cows. I adore how every cow is a unique work of art. Don’t you?”

“Shaunda Rose is incredibly talented. Who would’ve thought of painting plastic cows? Brilliant woman.” Dorothy declared.

“Cows….” Stanley said shaking his head.”Who wants a painted cow in their home or office?”

Theresa smiled plastically and said: “You’re right, cows are Shaunda’s speciality. In fact, these are ‘actual’ cows Shaunda painted. She has the cows sent to a taxidermist and then she has them resurfaced so she can paint them. It’s why they’re so authentic; a great example of modern art. Each cow sells for several hundred -thousand-dollars.”

Dorothy’s enthusiasm for the painted cows evaporated; she felt alarmed.

Stanley shook his head. He knew Shaunda Rose was crazy. Theresa attempted pitching to Dorothy again but Stanley held up his hand.

“Theresa, Shaunda Rose is a nut. Tell her Stanley Manet said so. And yes, Manet was a Great-Great-Great Grandfather.” 

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S-Writings
 
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Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Echos of My Neighbourhood: Snow and Orchids


 

Front Land Winter by Amanda Eifert

Where I live, snow and cold is to be expected about eight months of the year. We have had an unusually warm Fall and Winter this year in Edmonton, Alberta. January is midway through and we only received our first -20 degrees Celsius last week. It feels cold at first when you’re not used to the cold but after a few days out -20 degrees Celsius doesn’t seem horrible. 

It’s February I’m worried about. We usually get atleast a few days of -30 degree Celsius weather and we haven’t yet. Not to mention, the snow so far has all been light and fluffy. You can see in the picture how it only sits on the trees without weighing then down. Heavy snow will arrive too making it difficult to shovel walks and driveways. Also, it makes driving more difficult. But right now I’m happy with the beautiful snow we have and how bright it is with the sun reflecting off the snow.
 

Orchid by Amanda. Eifert

I have mixed feelings about how this particular plant. I like it because it it is a beautiful orchid. It is a living plant growing despite Winter outside. This is the second time it has bloomed. My mixed feelings come in because I received the orchid from my ex this summer in hospital. It was a thoughtful gift from my boyfriend at the time. I said I’d never been given any flowers so he bought me this orchid. But he is my ex so I have to consciously tell myself I cannot throw the pretty plant out into the cold to die. He keeps texting me, wanting to get back together. I wish he’d stop. I try to tell him, I’ve moved on but he doesn’t understand that. So, yes I definitely have confused feelings about this orchid.

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Thanks to Jacqueline from A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales for hosting Echos of My Neighbourhood. 
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