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Great Grandma

Posted on December 22, 2015 by ladyleemanilasphotos

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(Awarded 1st Place) Great Grandmother by SFC Lance Widner – Division 1 (Active Duty Military) CC BY 2.0

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Ghazal for White Hen Pantry” by Jamila Woods: brown, friends, white, palm, born, burnt, consonants, windows, unmarked, sins, paint, pantry

In her palm a new born baby
Unmarked by sins and consonants
Great Grandma smiling with glee
She can see the family semblance

Outside the windows friends waving
In the pantry some flours were taken
The can see Great Grandma blooming
And Dad beams with pride with his apron

Baking brown bread but they got burnt
The children tried to help but were too late
Never mind everything can be relearnt
The main thing is they’re all feeling great

For: Photo Challenge #92 December 22, 2015 and Whirligig 38 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Between the Shadow and the Soul

Posted on December 6, 2015 by ladyleemanilasphotos

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Philosophy in Warm Weather” by Jane Kenyon: sunny, clumsy, wasp, molecules, whirl, begrudge, spider, poppy, shouts, crow, alarm, pulling

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“I love you as certain dark things
Are to be loved in secret
Between the shadow and the soul”
From a poppy seed to certain flings
Nothing to whirl and have that strut
On both mind and body it takes its toll

I stand fending off the raven and crow
The candle with cinnamon and orange
Colourful buttons forming a heart
Pulling me with such alarming glow
Clumsy molecules but what a challenge
I shout in my heart that you’re also a part

Love soars from earth to infinity
For love of love, or heart’s solitude
Who cry for shadows and cannot tell
Begrudge I come with a plea
Never a sunny day for a feud
Tried to stifle the thoughts and quell

For: Writing Prompt #136 “Collage 12″ and Whirligig 36

The Play

Posted on November 22, 2015 by ladyleemanilasphotos

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THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” by Wallace Stevens: blackbird, tree, pantomime, whirled, whistling, barbaric, bawds, pierced, moving, snowing, afternoon, rhythms

Blackbird looking from the top of the tree
People assemble from their back alley
Barbaric whistling from the gatherings
As the players clad as queens and kings
The ladies and their bawds on their break
They’ll make it up later on with their take
An afternoon off to see the pantomime
And why not, anyway, it’s their downtime
The stage whirled as they change scenes
Nothing obscene as folks look at the screen
Piercing sound from the scream and shout
The advertising code is being flouted
Fun with rhythms as the play continues
An old man having his afternoon snooze
As it starts snowing and the night begins
One of the characters plays the violin
The performance moved the audience to tears
One of the best plays they’ve seen in years

For: Sunday Photo Fiction and Whirligig 34

Waiting Picture It & Write and Whirligig 31

Posted on November 1, 2015 by ladyleemanilasphotos

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “All the Difficult Hours and Minutes” by Jane Hirshfield: rice, jar, calamity, calmness, glass, mutter, hours, plums, salted, minutes, wrinkled, difficult

She just finished cooking the rice
Salted the steak and onions that will go with it
Get the spices jar ready and the salt and pepper
Set the table, with candle sticks and wine glasses
The minutes were ticking as the hours passed
Will he ever come? She muttered to herself
She made this plum gown, designed and stitched
Hours and hours she spent making this dress
Quite difficult considering she did it by hand
There’s an air of calmness as she waits
She didn’t want any wrinkles on it
And so she waits….

For: Picture it & Write and Whirligig 31

The Hole – Sunday Photo Fiction and Whirligig 30

Posted on November 1, 2015 by ladyleemanilasphotos

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Dome Riddle” by Natalie Diaz, one of the poems in When My Brother Was an Aztec: melon, whorehouse, oubliette, wearing, rattle, sleeping, touching, vanilla, mania, bone, smite, spitwad

At the back of a whorehouse, a strange hole bigger than a melon was found. The people were still sleeping, tired from last night’s rattling and reverie. There was a mania for the latest hot rock star who was in the vicinity last night. The way he connected with his fans was really touching.

Some people gathered around the hole. A man wearing his dungarees smote the edge of the hole with a heavy weapon. Others followed and they dug the hole. Inside they found some vanilla coloured bones and artefacts. Experts were called in and after some time, reports were in. They have discovered something historical.

For: Sunday Photo Fiction and Whirligig 30

Rocking My Daughter To Sleep – Whirligig 29

Posted on October 25, 2015 by ladyleemanilasphotos

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Nightingale” by Tony Morris: daughter, rocking, words, wooden, needing, beneath, halfway, slapping, glass, seams, breathing, crisp

Rocking my daughter to sleep
We were both half asleep
Halfway through the night
On this crisp autumn night
My breathing in time with hers
As the cat in her basket purred
Soft words as I sang her lullaby
“Don’t grow so fast,” I sighed
Beneath her ceiling full of stars
I know the pleasure’s all ours
We sat on the wooden chair
Together with her teddy bear
While I drank a glass of water
She heard the slapping of water
She opened her eyes and smiled
Oh she’s such a darling child

For: Whirligig 29

The Park Picture It & Write and Whirligig 28

Posted on October 11, 2015 by ladyleemanilasphotos

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Lines Written at Flying Point Beach” in Aimless Love: New and Selected Poems, by Billy Collins: vicinity, pond, wind, shorebirds, water, thin, wonders, bicycling, natural, dunes, distance, cabin

A place of natural wonders
As we ambled along the park
Where shorebirds fly and sing
Frogs and newts jump in the pond
The fish spawn among the plants
Bicycling through the distance
Lavenders, roses and their fragrance
As the wind brushes the leaves
Lovers have a tiff and they’re peeve
Sand dunes for miles and miles
Great to have lovely lifestyles
Wooden cabins in the vicinity
And they have a nice pot of tea

For: Picture it & Write and Whirligig 28

The A & B Building – Mondays Finish the Story and Whirligig 26

Posted on September 28, 2015 by ladyleemanilasphotos

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Staying After” by Linda Gregg: horses, poems, dancing, balcony, railing, sing, luxury, apartments, windows, dirty, shining, brick

Finish the story begins with: “The A&B Building was made entirely from driftwood.” I learned how to ride horses there, and spent most of my childhood singing and dancing with the other campers. The windows were always dirty with smudges of our handprints. It wasn’t what you call a luxury apartment, drab and dull for a building if you really like to describe it. But that was where I’ve created some of my poems and stories and it would always be dear to my heart. I made some friends there. We spent our nights looking at the stars at night in our balcony. It wasn’t made of bricks and it never was shining, but I love it the way it was.

For: Mondays Finish the Story and Whirligig 26

Mute Appeal – Writing Prompt #125 “NoEnd House Part 6″ and Whirligig 25

Posted on September 20, 2015 by ladyleemanilasphotos

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “The birthday of the world” by Marge Piercy: birthday, pared, dazzling, weapons, sparks, move, eroding, rot, stumps, resentments, choking, gates

It started with a silly row
She said this, he said that
She stormed into the kitchen
He stumped two minutes later
They shouted at each other
Full of resentments and tears
Would this leaves questions
Eroding confidence of love?
Next day was his birthday
She tiptoed to their room
With dazzling smiles
Saying sorry with a rose
She gazed at him in mute appeal
Her weapon of reconciliation
His eyes sparked, all forgiven
Choking with emotion and love
Flaws were behind the gate again

For: Writing Prompt #125 and Whirligig 25

A Man With No Name – Friday Fictioneers, Write Now and Whirligig 24

Posted on September 18, 2015 by ladyleemanilasphotos

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “August 12 in the Nebraska Sand Hills Watching the Perseids Meteor Shower” by Twyla Hansen: rolling, furrow, moves, dust, timeless, floating, name, powerless, stars, rub, pulsing, moonless

He had to make a choice: run to safety with everyone else, or head back and help others get out of danger. His face was furrowed with tears. He knew he was powerless against them, but he moved fast and helped others get out of danger. It was a moonless night, not even the stars were witnesses to the scene. He seemed to be floating on the dusty road. Years later, he could rub and close his eyes and those scenes pulsing and throbbing in his skull. He could still feel the rolling impact of this horrible experience.

For: Friday Fictioneers, Write Now and Whirligig 24