Spring – B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond – A Hymn

All winter long the garden is cold and bare
With the coming of spring, everywhere is lovely
Trees unfold their leaves, flowers bloom with flair
Apples blossom, all white and pure with such beauty
And the smell of wonderful rain and freshly cut grass
Don’t forget the symphony of spring with birds singing
The spring peepers chirping call chorus with such class
The dandelions, lilacs, tulips, hyacinths, all blooming

 

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Help! – Mondays Finish the Story and Wordle 121

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with: “I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured.”
My heart’s pounding, wallowing in self-pity with the stark reality that anytime now, when worse comes to worst and I’m dead, the vulture will strike and take me for his dinner. Why didn’t I see that big rock? Or why didn’t I take another cyclist with me? We could have then helped each other while training or circling this path for the race. I stopped and listened while I lay on this concrete ground, straining my ears for any sound. “Help!” I shouted. Then my face was illuminated by a smile. Two hitchhikers were coming to my rescue.

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by brenda warren

For: Mondays Finish the Story and Wordle #121

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I Dream That I Am A Butterfly – FFfAW-Week of 10-20-2015

This week's photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!

This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!

I dream that I am a butterfly
Typography gets me down, but lets me fly
Fluttering, floating, wandering on high
Lifting my head from between my thighs
Like a flaccid flower in a fairy dance
Birds and bees all got up and left at once
Graceful in the supple haze of the breeze
Enjoying the sun and the summer breeze
Dawn is bright and breezy on the dew
This is the mission for which it is due
Like a gem-flower waving in a wand
The clouds and the wind are in a bond
With muffled music a message is sent
As the jasmine blooms with lovely scent
Now I’m waking up and saying goodbye
It was a lovely experience being a butterfly

exquisite colours
rainbow in a butterfly
pleasurable day

swaying butterfly
like lively ballet dancer
spins with the wind

For: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

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The Forest – Mondays Finish the Story and Wordle #83

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with: “Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest.”
Part of the nunchi from the bar suggested that there was a hidden treasure in the forest. A nexus of ideas started forming in his head. Perhaps if he ventured out, the treasure could still be tenable. So in his bonhomie manner one afternoon, he gambolled to the forest. The plants took up water through their lateral roots. Birds and some avian predators were perched on the trees, cawing and chirping. He trekked on. He searched everywhere but no treasure could be found. He decided to go home and on his way home, he had a puncture. All this searching and venturing out did not, of course, take place in a vacuum.

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For: Mondays Finish the Story and Wordle #83

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