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SUNDAY CREATIVE WRITING 10-27-2024

Posted on by under stray poetry- challenge poetry

I am continuing to follow my discipline of creative writing on Sundays and Wednesdays. Today I am writing from a prompt offered by MOONWASHED MUSINGS. Check out the other submissions by clicking the link.

HERE IS THE PROMPT I AM WRITING FROM. I AM CHOOSING TO USE AN OVI FORM TO ANSWER THE PROMPT.

uncertainty

troublesome

much-needed light

FLICKERING CANDLES BURN

by JE Lillie

The world grows dark with shadow’s might.

Forces arise dispelling light.

Hope quelling blackness comes to fight.

Men draw back in fearful corners.

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Yet, what the darkness does not know,

Hope is light the heart’s inner glow.

Though crushed to coal it yet will grow.

Flickering candles can still burn.

2021 Home Photo Challenge 1-10-21

Posted on by under Pastor Wrinkles, Photography, stray poetry- challenge poetry

The Home Photo Challenge was fun for me last year. Since I do not think much is going to be changing for me in the way of travel this year, I am going to continue the challenge for myself into 2021. This year I am going to add a little twist. I will give a brief description of each photo I take and write a Haiku to go along with it.

IF YOU WANT TO JOIN IN THE FUN.JUST TAKE A PHOTO IN OR AROUND YOUR HOME AND WRITE YOUR OWN BLOG AND POST THE LINK IN THE COMMENTS SECTION BELOW IT.

My granddaughter, ‘Lella playing with the windmill in the back yard.

In this little girl

I see future hoped. Am I

Tilting at windmills?

Peace- Post 5

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Let’s think about peace today.

“The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”
― Wendell Berry, The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry