Recite the Pretty Words

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Sometimes I let my mind reach way back. I can almost hear Momma’s voice as she recites the pretty words:

“From the lake, from the hills, from the sky.
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.”

Then, just as I drift towards peaceful slumber, she moves on to that dreadful song:

“When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
and down will come baby, cradle and all.”

Forget sleep!

My response to today’s one-word prompt: Recite

A note to my grandchildren: I’ll always try to use the “pretty words”; and I’ll always try to catch you if you fall!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Elemental

DSC03584 (2)There is a desolate valley near Rotorua, New Zealand that is a perfect representation of the elements earth, water, fire and air. The Whakarewarewa Thermal Valley is a geothermic world of bubbling pools, hissing vents and piping hot geysers where the scent of sulphur wafts through the air.DSC03626 (2)This part of the country sits on an active fault line, resulting in a lot of volcanic activity. Wherever water is heated under the earth, it will find a way to escape, often with spectacular results! DSC03598 (2)This is where you’ll find Pōhutu, the largest active geyser in the southern hemisphere. She erupts once or twice every hour, sometimes reaching the height of 100 feet (30 meters). Pōhutu means ‘constant splashing’ in Māori.

There are few places in the world where geothermal wonders of this intensity are as numerous and easy to see as in Rotorua. We found the entire area fascinating when we toured there a few years ago.DSC03588 (2)Weekly Photo Challenge: Elemental

Perspective

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I’ll admit

I didn’t see it coming.

It took me completely by

surprise. I was struck by an unexpected

notion, that the things I once thought magical

were maybe nothing more than just themselves!

The soothing stream that meanders through the meadow,

the autumn leaves as they fly across the moon,

the golden grain caught blushing in the sun;

might not really have a spirit of their own.

Could it be they are simply what they are;

lazy creek, dead leaves, ripened seeds?

Without a doubt, I must control

these hasty bouts of wisdom

before they shatter

me completely!

The delivery of this poem is something different for me. I have never attempted to format a poem into any particular shape before. A very simple start, but now my goal is something more defined; like a tree or a flower. We’ll see what happens!

This is my response to today’s one-word prompt: Delivery

The photo was taken in Colorado, near the Continental Divide

Our Daydream Traditions – a poem

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It must be special – that place you go to,

even though you never really leave the room.

I don’t know what you do when you get there,

or who you’re with when you leave me for awhile.

I suspect you’ve found your own slice of heaven,

for surely, you’d not go if it was hell.

I’ve a mind to lock the door so you can’t leave,

but something tells me just to let you go.

When you return, I never question where you’ve been.

I simply whisper “Welcome back. I missed you”!

“But Dear, you weren’t here either”, you reply.

Maybe that’s why I didn’t lock the door!

My response to today’s one-word prompt: Traditional