Forbidden Love

distilled poetry & prose challenge #10. I was inspired by the romantic past and the destruction....sounds like forbidden love to me.

A night she vowed not to regret. A night she could never forget. Their passion was forbidden and it ripped their world apart.

Photo: I do not know.

Too Deep

Distilled Poetry & Prose challenge #9  I must admit, this one had me stumped for a bit because that little orange ball was distracting. lol  And all I could come up with was a metaphor.

Did I go too deep? Did I lose my way? Sometimes it is easy to see why others choose to live in shallow waters. 

Photo: I do not know.

Heavenly Concert

distilled poetry & prose challenge #8.

A tapestry of tiles shines down from the heavens. The demi-gods take their place upon the stage. A golden harp begins to pull the strings of my heart. An angel sings. I am of this world no more. 

Photo: no idea.

Oh look, a zucchini

For those of you who are new to my blog and may be wondering why I create short posts, unlike most blogs that usually present well developed essays or handy how to's ....well that is who I am. I can certainly write wonderful jargon if I took the time to do so, but I much rather just enjoy jotting down my thoughts now and then and saving my writing marathons for the writing in my books. But I must admit, that a part of my need to just write and go is because I am ADHD/Dyslexic. And therefore, it rather pleases me to not be glued to a social media platform where I must put out expectedly. (is that a word?)

Oh look, a zucchini from my garden...I'm off to make chocolate zucchini cookies. 

A Death of Crows

As I was preparing dinner this evening, I heard a death of crows overhead. With joy and excitement, I grabbed my camera and ran out the door. I just love crows and it was such a good opportunity to practice with my new camera. The crows looked beautiful against the income storm clouds that had sunlight shining on them. 

Good ol' Charlie boy

I wanted to take some fresh photos of myself for my new website, but when I looked into the mirror, I realized it wasn't the best thing to do right now because I have a small shiner under my eye from bumping heads with Charlie boy my 80lbs Lab-a-Dane. LOL   

Call of Wandering

My poetry & prose challenge #7

It matters not that I cannot see what lies beyond the edge of this mysterious path; What matters is that I take in all this wondrous beauty and magic along the way. 


Photo: Call of wandering by Janek Sedlar