Daily Archives: September 7, 2019

Poised ~ Di #writephoto

I see, but must not be seen. I listen, but cannot be heard. I touch, but cannot feel, I yearn, but cannot fulfil. I know what is beneath, But not what is above. I am not of this world, Continue … Continue reading

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Poised ~ Joe M #writephoto

* steep stone stairs descend a dark figure may ascend a bird would fly off * Reblogged from Does Writing Excuse Watching?

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Beautiful Beddgelert and its Faithful Hound ~ Alli Templeton

Reblogged from Medieval Wanderings: During our extended stay in North Wales after the Quest, we went for a comparatively short stroll around the beautiful village of Beddgelert. Sitting snugly among the mountains of Snowdonia, this quaint little place offers some … Continue reading

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Birth Of A Sage Soul ~ Deborah #writephoto

Spontaneous are the blows of life That will hit without any warning Like stormclouds that suddenly appear With lightening bolts of pain and anger That strike the soul down into a dismay Of weight that is too heavy to carry … Continue reading

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* … Sergeant Thomas Patrick was perplexed. He was a simple man at heart, yet today, he sat at the desk in his office and the gathering gloom of perplexity festered around him. Those that had the misfortune to work … Continue reading

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Poised #2 ~ Willow Willers #writephoto

A second post from Willow who continues her serialised story… Lisa finally awoke as the sun rose in the East. Apart from where Alicia’s spell held, it carried no warmth. Lisa immediately recognised Alicia as her Queen and was eager … Continue reading

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Crisps and cold rice pudding

Appalling isn’t it? I can cook from here to Bombay, but do I? No. At least, not for me. I cook daily for my son at his home, but here, the dog eats better than I do… she, at least, … Continue reading

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Wander an ancient earth But follow the path lightly. Watch the rose blossom, Sweet tendrils of a wild spirit Birdsong seeds an intuition Of sacred harmony.

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Home #midnighthaiku

* A golden twilight Hearthfire of eternity The colours of home *

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