Word Prompts

Be Alert OBSERVE

OBSERVATION 

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One day while enjoying a stroll
Pondering things within my soul
I came across this twisted tree
Interesting it was to see —
Created by nature, I thought!
My camera, the one I brought
Captured this dance music and all!
Although the tree was rather tall
A tiny dancer soon appeared —
My snatched image, my souvenir.
All happened while taking a stroll!

My post was inspired

Your Weekly Prompt – Observation – July 6, 2020

 

 

 

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The Talking Tree — Speaking to Thee

A Flash-Fiction inspiration:

The prompt image and perception remind us of the present and past. The trunk of the tree represents the NOW; the top represents the past. Nature is finding a voice to explain as time goes by, things seem to thin out, situations are no longer excessive as when looking directly at them, seeing them from a distance they become surrounded; strangled/tangled with different happenings in our past life.
Is the top of the tree the beginning of life or the end? That may depend on how we look at it. Do we still have a purpose, or have we fulfilled it? Do we have regrets or content?

One day while strolling in the park and passing this tree so many times, I saw it for the first time. I wanted to climb it, so I did. When I reached the very top, after being scratched from head to toe with snarly branches and prickly bits, I looked down below from where I started. Everything below seemed so real beckoning me to hurry back. Suddenly I began to fall, down, down; I tried to grab on to the past, but could not. The force of gravity was in full force, seeing the ground getting closer and closer, shut my eyes; waited for the slam. Got up and shook off the remnants of my past, what a Wake-Up! I got up, examined my life, and vowed from that day on to find my purpose in life and fulfill it, starting with obeying the Ten Commandments of God.

 

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Word Prompts

I hear His voice, “NEXT TIME!”

WORD PROMPT — Rainy Days

Read all about them from my point of view!

I love rainy days, although I wouldn’t want to see them too often. A good rainfall every ten days or so would be a welcomed treat. I imagine each raindrop as God’s grace/blessings falling from above to earth. Water purifying the air, watering the flowers and all His creatures. During a heavy rainfall we including birds, butterflies, bees and all, seem to hide for a while, and then when it stops raining we dance out from wherever, singing, buzzing all around, looking for the rainbow. Happiness is there once more, take the time to listen and see; rain bringing joy, even to those who didn’t revel in its beauty; they too are delighted when it ends.

Rain means aid is on the way; what help to me; I don’t have to water that day nor the next. Don’t have to drag those heavy hoses around, changing positions; it means more time to do other things.

Whenever it thunders, I feel so grateful to have a roof over my head; not everyone enjoys that protection, I realize that!

I usually find myself thanking God for every drop He sends me, although at times He teases me with a little shower instead, not even enough to wrought a puddle. “More, more,” I ask, with no avail. I hear His voice, “NEXT TIME!”

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Supernatural Reality

Saturday Mix of the Natural/Supernatural

The shadow of the moon danced on the lake.

Morphing of the shadow as the light of the moon penetrated through branches; the reaching arms gracefully unveiling its ballet to a full moon.
A moon suspended high beyond its genius of design, a living greeting card.

The priest that morning at the sacrifice of the Mass, held the host high above his head, again a change; the bread of earth-penetrating God’s enlightenment is unveiling bread from heaven.

Natural meeting
Of the Supernatural
Morphing night and day

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The Prompt
Ragtag Daily Prompt / RDP

Beauty in the Rough

Ragtag Daily Prompt — The word today is “Inspire” along with my contribution to Tanka poetry.

Rugged, tough, lumpy
Inspired via the knobby
beauty found offbeat
hidden right before your eyes
behold before you stumble!

 

KnarlyMy photo image of the said tree nearby a school

poetry, Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

#Cinquain Challenge

Cinquains poetry
At the most basic level, a cinquain is a five line poem or stanza. The poem has one topic, and the details describe the topic’s actions and feelings. They have 2 syllables in the first line, 4 in the second, 6 in the third, 8 in the fourth line, and just 2 in the last line.

My post here is an acceptance of Colleen Chesebro Challenge Poetry; her challenge is to use the synonyms for the words “Care and Share” my choice according to Thesaurus was “Worry and End”.

 

Whoopee!
Summer hurray!
School over off the hook —
end homework worry free — yes sleep
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“And wisdom is justified by all her children.”
Luke 7;35
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I Love a Challenge

Wild

This challenge was initiated by K’lee and Dale; “find the wild things.”

Magpie was terrorizing this poor rabbit who is running like there is no tomorrow. Now that is wild!

I was fortunate to capture this photo in my backyard one-day last summer while looking for some wildlife, didn’t have to go too far.

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On another note, that volcanic event in Hawaii is also wild.

Today it was mentioned that the summit is about to collapse into itself. Resulting in capping off this energy inside that might cause such a force within this mountain. Is it possible this Bible prophecy is the beginning? Or an end?
PRETTY WILD
“And the second angel sounded the trumpet: and as it were a great mountain, burning with fire, was cast into the sea, and the third part of the sea became blood:”
[Apocalypse (Revelation) 8:8]

#CosPhoChal