Weekly Photo Challenge: Structure

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Located on a hilltop in the fertile Verde Valley, this structure was once an ancient pueblo. Tuzigoot National Monument near Clarkdale, Arizona, was home to the 12th century Sinagua Indians. Construction at Tuzigoot spanned over 300 years, from about 1100 to 1400 AD.

Don’t you just wonder what occupied the minds of the Sinagua people all those years ago? Certainly, they were not worried about whose finger was on the nuclear button or which political party’s agenda made the biggest splash in the news. I suppose they were more concerned with surviving the heat of an Arizona summer, what the length of the next growing season might be, or how to build tools to accomplish tasks more easily.

Despite the comfortable natural setting not far from the Verde River, the Sinagua left the pueblo at Tuzigoot for unknown reasons around the year 1450.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Structure


Playful Shadows – a Triple Haiku

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Morning light pierces

tattered edges of night, and

darkness slips away


Birds begin to sing!

What once was stillness is gone

as dawn runs through trees


Within the old house

no one knows that shadows play

outside the windows


A Haiku (for my poetry-challenged friends) is typically three lines of unrhymed verse with five syllables on the first line, then seven, then five. Since I continued this Haiku from a single, to a double, then a triple; it is my response to today’s one-word prompt: Continue.

It is also an entry in Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Shadows

Photo taken at Rivercene Mansion Bed & Breakfast in New Franklin, Missouri

Weekly Photo Challenge: Corner

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This is the exterior wall of the nave at Westminster Abbey in London, where numerous corners on the famous flying buttresses are visible.  “To buttress” means to hold something up. Here, stone arches connect the buttresses to the wall of windows and heavy roof, giving it “wings” and the perceived ability to fly off to Heaven itself!

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More corners in the square inset around “The Abbey Rose Window” at Westminster Abbey

Additional photos of Westminster Abbey

Weekly Photo Challenge: Corner

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



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 bit of a challenge!

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

The photo was taken in Colorado, near the Continental Divide