Lovely…
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Frank Watson
“had sipped the moments of light”
Author note: These are six short poems compiled into two linked threads of three poems each, in free verse.
thin as light
holding her
thin as light
as she looks
the other way
there is nothing to do
as the world spins
and we lie there
in the softness of a rug
until the final shade
had sipped the moments of light
into a soft-touch fade
within the arms of night
midnight gardens
in the world
beneath the moon
where secrets
shall never leave
the doors we close
we follow the path
where the spirits play
until we see
neither wrong nor right
unable to leave
until the morning lines
have drawn the world
once more in the mist
of breaking light
~~~
Frank Watson was born in Venice, California and now lives in New York. He enjoys literature, art, landscaping…
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Ten Things of Thankful – June 5 2020 7th Anniversary Edition
It’s been probably over a year since I was introduced to TTOT by Wendy And it’s been on every since! Thank you to my dear friend for introducing me to the blog. It’s been 7 years since TTOT began and the current person who keeps us going is Kristi. I am thankful for this blog and the relationships I have built with other bloggers here. So, that is my #1. Thankful for this week is I am thankful for TTOT. Kristi has extended to me the honor of posting access links to the bloghop each week. Thank you, Kristi for trusting me with this and for being a true friend. #2 Thankful is for this week. Well, it’s been one of the toughest weeks on the emotions of not only the U.S. but the world. I am thankful that I can ask for all of us to take a moment of silence to honor those lost and their families and friends as there is more grief than one can imagine, yet there is so much more than grief, there are a whole gamut of emotions. As one who can usually find the words, I have struggled with this one. When the heart is stuck in the throat, it’s hard to verbalize. Let us hope and that is the best word I can think of is HOPE for healing, progress, and eternal salvation for the damages done in this world. I am reminded of the scriptures: Matthew 5:9 Even if you are not a believer in the scriptures, perhaps the words will still mean something.
#3 Thankful for expression in Six Sentence Story. Have a read. Aching of the Soul
#4 Thankful that we can call the maintenance people for wet floors of the mysterious kind. It’s still a mystery, but it’s a mystery being solved.
#5 Thankful my family are good sports when I ask them to take pictures for this weeks blog.
#6. Thankful for getting published in Love of Food go look Living Frugal – Stretch Your Food Dollar
#7. I am editing a murder mystery with lots of chill bumping scenes.
#8 We have had some walking weather.
#9. Making card with daughter.
10. YOU! Join us this week and share your TTOT. Pull out the blanket and don your favorite hat and take a walk through Thankful City.
Freya Pickard
Odyssey
sailing
Sailing
dark-lit seas
measuring infinity’s length
traversing star held territory;
explorer
velvet
Claustrophobia;
wrapped up in velvet darkness
bright stars blinking past
universe
sharp solar light flares
slants between blue, wooded worlds;
distant universe
stars
the wideness of stars
agoraphobia chokes
no central anchor
transient
no
refuge;
transient
world – keep moving
man
~~~
Freya Pickard is the Author of The Kaerling series, an epic fantasy set in the world of Nirunen. She writes mainly fantasy tales, with some poetry thrown in. She has published 13 e-books and 6 paperbacks and finds her inspiration in the ocean, beautifully written books, and vinyl music. You can find her poetry at Pure Haiku.
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Six Sentence Story-ETERNAL
Kindness expressed beautifully
I scurry around quickly picking up exactly what I need while shopping at Costco in this strange atmosphere of where everyone wears a mask and keeping a 6-feet distance from each other.
Sometimes that means using extreme patience waiting for another to finish in the area that I want to step into for what I want to buy.
In silence they nod to me that they are finished now moving away and I nod a ‘thank you’ nod in return trying to smile politely behind my mask.
I think a particular thought process hanging in the air is working because I notice that no one has been rude or inconsiderate.
When I leave the store by way of the crates they have piled up to guide shoppers in and out of the store with as little interaction as possible, the drizzle of rain that began in my journey…
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