The threat of darkness
Snapped away by the light of dawn
The gold blush kissing the black shadow below
In between the pale horizon sits waiting
For the crescent moon to swell with magic
While the dark trees stand silent
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“Maybe the crescent moon is a hopeful sign,” she said to him.
They were sitting on their porch looking off at the crescent moon hanging above the treetops. The quiet of their neighborhood permeated her thoughts. It had been like this most of the time since the pandemic started. Even though the homes were an acre apart, people were afraid of the deadly virus and stayed inside. One in a while, the children came out to play and she welcomed the noise they made.
“It’s been like this for months,” he replied. “When will life ever be normal again or will it?”
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A soul laid open
Offered and shared in friendship
Journeys deep engraved
Mapping possibility
Accepted or held in trust
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For Colleen’s Poetry Challenge
A song with the silvery sound of the zither.
Crescent moon,
Shining through the golden break of dawn.
Crescent moon,
Lighting every tender dream begun.
Teach me to know the nature of flowing life;
Living and real, the dreams that I feel inside.
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Darkness feeds terror
Even monsters are vanquished
Held within the light
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Reblogged from Ritu Bhathal:
This month marks my debut novel, Marriage Unarranged’s six month birthday. And I am excited that it has sold almost 200 copies, and gained nearly 50 reviews on Amazon.
Each comment from a reader is so important, to me. In fact, I recently had an unofficial Book Club meet with some friends of mine, who had read it, and wanted to chat book. That was exciting!
But one of the biggies for me, was knowing what my mother thought.
I attribute my love of words and books to my mum. She surrounded us with books and stories from such a young age. So, when she told me she was reading it, I sat, waiting for her feedback.
I didn’t hold my breath until she finished, because I would have been dead.
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With her back against the trunk of the old fir tree, she sighed dejectedly. How could she even face her teammates after that embarrassing move on the field? She thought that they would’ve started hating on her by now, or even spread nasty rumors. “Damn, if I hadn’t tripped in the last few minutes….” she silently cursed.
She then looked at her watch and realized she had been in nature’s company far longer than she expected.
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Dear Da Wensta…
The remedials, as I recall, back in the day, were a ‘class of individuals’ best shunted into the dungeons of our glorious process in the name of Progress…
Curious how all these accepted terms now seem to acquire quite sinister undertones.
Still, there is nothing quite like having the wool pulled over your eyes before you really know what wool is. I always found that most of those folk were a lot more fun, and intelligent, than had been made out, but that is probably my oiky ‘Oirish’ coming to the fore, again.
I have been tussling with a new term designed to frighten the Gaolers – ‘ghaist volk’ or ‘folk geist’. You may have noticed the cunning combination of German, Scorts and English which should float the boat of all our europhiles, although, possibly not. I fear ’twas never a happy juxtaposition of allegiances, that one, more like a nest of harpies, but anyway…
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sky gifts
owl knew with the dawn
hunting time was now over
to her nest to rest
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…Four hours later,
the rain stopped and we
re-hit the road.
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The deflating tyre which had plagued us
again and again
the whole trip was worsening
and meant it was too risky to use any motorways.
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But the art of the lay-by was not strained.
We pulled into another one
just outside Dumfries.
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