Monthly Archives: February 2014
Weekly Writing Challenge: Object
Show us where an object leads you.
The Monk
Don’t speak a word
Or make a sound
For here I am
On holy ground
See here I pray
On bended knee
Contemplation
For all to see
So think of me
As you walk through
The ruins you see
I’ve been here too
Weekly Photo Challenge: Threes
In a nutshell, a three-picture story is a way to help you think about storytelling with images. To create a three-picture story, gather:
- An establishing shot: a broad photo of your subject.
- A relationship: two elements interacting with one another.
- A detail: a close-up of one part of your subject.
This little hut once was
The entry in for the day
But now the hut is also
Another ruin on display
Weekly Writing Challenge: The Sound of Silence
Come poorly souls
With minds distressed
Come to my garden
To convalesce
My garden gate
Is open to you
To find some peace
Which is over due
Come rest a while
On my garden seat
So close your eyes
And feel the heat
You can feel the
Sun honing down
To bless your face
So do not drown
See the colours
A brighter day
Floating butterflies
Are on display
The bold beginning
Blossoms unfold
An artist’s palette
All to behold
The birds do sing
Soothing and clear
Choraling for you
Tame and near
Come find solace
From troubled state
Leave the problems
At the garden gate
Photograph and Words by Medicinalmeadows
Weekly Photo Challenge: Treasure
For this Challenge I was trying to think of gems I see that I class a treasure. The jewels I find in daily life.
There is something magical about the Ocean. It is the sound of the waves coming ashore, the percussion of the tide drawing back to rehearse for the crashing of the waves. There is the smell of the salty air that crisps the senses and clears thoughts like a dose of therapy for the mind.
The views are also worth their weight in gold. From orange sunset skies to days of pink and violet hues of clouds that look like a well draped necklace on the earths horizon for all that look up to admire the display.
My treasure therefore is the Sea. Its healing music, its gallery of skies and the peace and fortitude of calm.
Daily Prompt: Children’s Society
Days of young, collecting shells
Of whistling wind and bicycle bells
Of skating down the pavement hills
Holding hands with shrieks and shrills
Of racing out to climb the trees
Remembering the summer breeze
To sing out loud the story rhymes
And always losing track of time
Long summer days, with a hundred ways
To play street games for days and days
To staying out late sharpening sticks
And brushing up on football tricks
With friends to find a new adventure
Making a go cart, the constant inventor
Of treasuring those exciting years
And remembering all those peers
