Daily Archives: August 30, 2017

Cracked by Miriam Hurdle #writephoto

Posted on August 30, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Cracked egg in my yard My mind went crazy to trace The big black cat, or The sneaky slippery squirrel Stole a whole life for one meal * Source: Thursday photo prompt – Cracked #writephoto | The Shower of Blessings

Posted in photo prompt, Photography, Poetry | Tagged eggshell, prey, tanka | 6 Comments

#writephoto – cracked – Robbie Cheadle

Posted on August 30, 2017 by Sue Vincent

I watch as she falls Shaking uncontrollably Evidence of drugs Continue reading : #writephoto – cracked – Robbie’s inspiration

Posted in photo prompt, Photography, Poetry | Tagged addiction, drugs, tanka | 4 Comments

Marked

Posted on August 30, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Ancient stone crumbles Washed by eternity’s waves My footprints linger Time’s turning seasons altered By the smallest grain of sand For Colleen’s poetry challenge

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged evolution, footprints, tanka, time | 18 Comments

Like Breathing from method two madness #writephoto

Posted on August 30, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Black is the color of creation. The void is beginning. Emptiness must be filled. You can’t have something without nothing. And how does that apply to imaginary beings? Must there also be a counterpart that’s real? Must every question have … Continue reading →

Posted in Art, photo prompt, Photography, Poetry | Tagged #writephoto, birdlings, birds, circles, collage, Poetry | 5 Comments

The New Life by Leena #writephoto

Posted on August 30, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Ohhh… Atlast… I cracked open these shell and managed to come out after much struggle…. Poor Me. Now I understood why mom always says, ‘Life’s Another Name Is Struggle’ that I use to hear laying in my protective shell, but … Continue reading →

Posted in photo prompt, Photography | Tagged CONNECTIONZ, love, mini stories, prompts, Thursday Photo Prompt | 2 Comments

My life as a milkshake…

Posted on August 30, 2017 by Sue Vincent

As the title of a post, I don’t suppose it is all that bad, but as the lingering remnant of a significant dream, I admit, it seemed a bit odd, even to me. But that was the phrase that awoke … Continue reading →