Tag Archives: loss

Bright Eyes ~Iain Kelly #writephoto

Posted on March 29, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Through the gloom she found their spot where the flowers bloomed in the sunshine that sneaked through the gap in the tree canopy above. The ground was damp but she gave it no mind as she lay down in the … Continue reading →

Posted in photo prompt, Photography | Tagged flash fiction, loss, love, memory, short story, war | 1 Comment

Glimpsed ~ Jan Malique

Posted on January 17, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from strangegoingsonintheshed: Image: Jan Malique “Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.” ― Pablo Neruda Pablo Neruda was a keen observer of human … Continue reading →

Posted in reblog | Tagged darkness, emotions, light, loss, Pablo Neruda, Regeneration, self, Self realisation | Leave a comment

Ani’s Advent Calendar 2018! Eating snow with Jo Pinto

Posted on December 19, 2018 by Sue Vincent

I’ve eaten a fair bit of snow in my time. Granted, it is usually attached to a ball…’cause if you get the ball rolling juust right, it can pick up loads of the stuff! It’s a good game… though some … Continue reading →

Posted in Ani's Advent Calendar | Tagged grief, hope, ice cream, loss, love, snow, snowballs | 75 Comments

The human cost #Remembrance

Posted on November 11, 2018 by Sue Vincent

On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, one hundred years ago, the Armistice came into effect and the guns fell silent after four years of horror. The Great War, the ‘war to end all wars’, … Continue reading →

Posted in The Silent Eye, war | Tagged boy soldiers, children, death, firing squad, grief, loss, war. remembrance | 5 Comments

Lost

Posted on October 17, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Honour Empty spectre Encompasing boundless grief Vacant cradles rock silently Wasted * Futile Bringing ruin Shades haunting memory Lost generations asking why Warfare * Cinquains for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged #Poetry Challenge, cinquain, futility, loss, war | 16 Comments

Faraway, so close ~ Iain Kelly #writephoto

Posted on October 5, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Now so calm, so peaceful. Even beautiful. Pink sky and blue clouds reflected in the deep blue water. But she could no longer see beauty in the world. Not here, looking out where the Makassar Strait met the Celebes Sea. … Continue reading →

Posted in photo prompt, Photography | Tagged aftermath, circumstance, city, close, creative writing, death, devastation, disaster, earthquake, fact, faraway, fiction, flash fiction, god, heart, indonesia, Life, literature, loss, natural, ocean, orphan, palu, sea, short story, story, Thursday Photo Prompt, tragedy, tsunami, writephoto, writing, writing prompt | 4 Comments

Fall ~ Penny Wilson #writephoto

Posted on September 29, 2018 by Sue Vincent

We met once more at the foot of the falls. A final goodbye. You wrapped my soul with yours and held it close. Continue reading at Penny Wilson Writes

Posted in photo prompt, Photography, Poetry | Tagged heartbreak, loss, love, Poetry | Leave a comment

Watcher ~ Bobby Fairfield #writephoto

Posted on September 4, 2018 by Sue Vincent

We look upon a mournful scene, is it mist or just the sheen of sadness in the eyes downcast. With folded arms and child at breast she realises that no more on lapping wave her paramour, Continue reading at Bobby … Continue reading →

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Watcher ~ pensitivity #writephoto

Posted on September 2, 2018 by Sue Vincent

‘Twas on a night like this you left. The mist was falling as you walked away. I never said what you longed to hear. Now, I may never be able to tell you How much I love you. My world … Continue reading →

Posted in photo prompt, Photography, Poetry | Tagged loss, love, photoprompt challenge., regret, Write-photo | 2 Comments

A Summer Storm ~ Hayley R. Hardman #writephoto

Posted on August 15, 2018 by Sue Vincent

In fields full of flowers we would spend our summers; playing, talking, reading, kissing. Standing at the edge now, I could see her still, running in a flowing white summer dress, the hem brushing the steams of the flowers as … Continue reading →