Daily Archives: October 10, 2020

My Horizon

Posted on October 10, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Originally posted on rivrvlogr:
My Horizon Of the paths I have taken Countless, yet None meaningless Near Far The reward is the light I have found along the way This poem is inspired by Wide #midnighthaiku, both Sue Vincent’s haiku…

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AfghanAdventures#56 – caught in a bombing raid ~ Mary Smith

Posted on October 10, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from MarySmith’sPlace: To de-stress after completing Arif’s accounts we went shopping in Tezak bazaar, where I’d spent the first night on the road, when travelling north with Khudadad almost six months ago. The teahouse gossip concerned a recent bombing … Continue reading →

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Circles Beyond Time~ Sleeping Stones

Posted on October 10, 2020 by Sue Vincent

It is difficult to describe the feeling when we arrived at ‘our’ stone circle. The last time we had been there, we had spent hours in the landscape, just sitting and absorbing the feel and the vibrant serenity of the … Continue reading →

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Field of Sheaves…

Posted on October 10, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …I have a bad feeling about this place. But Wen insists, and when Wen insists… not even graphic descriptions of the steepness of the hill itself could deflect her… so here we are… half way up the climb… resting … Continue reading →

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Paper wings

Posted on October 10, 2020 by Sue Vincent

In sleepless silence night mourns the dreaming lost to a fallen star. Shadows chase the ghosts of morning, ever seeking to consume them, jealous of their light. Paper wings flutter unheeded to the floor in flightless death. The wakeful poet … Continue reading →