Aquamarine seas
Scarcely a sea swell
Calm aquamarine waters
Long exhale of breath
With pelicans… ❤️
Terri’s Sunday Stills Monthly Color Challenge: Ethereal #Aquamarine
RDP Monday: SWELL by sgeoil
Aquamarine beetle
Aquamarine
Bridges Before Walls
We build too many walls and not enough bridges.
Isaac Newton
Leya’s Lens-Artists Challenge #283 – Illustrate a Favourite Quote or Poem
Lost City
He stands in the courtyard of the lost city, holding an old scroll of ancient parchment. The archaic language written thereupon is similar to the primitive languages he had studied most of his scholarly life. It speaks of treasures hidden beneath the old city, though some of the text he could not decipher. He knew the password, but he didn’t know what it would unlock. Picking up the head of the god, he places it in the niche above the nearest door. Nothing. He methodically walks from door to door, inserting the head into each adjacent niche. Frustrated, he moves to the center of the courtyard, circling. What had he missed?
Looking down in defeat, he discovers a familiar square shaped indentation. Could it be? He inserts the square base of the head into the cavity. It clicks into place. For a moment, there is nothing but stillness. Then the earth begins to rumble. He just manages to leap out of the way, as the blocks on which he had stood part. An enormous statue rises from the ground. The head that he so recently held stares down upon him with seeming animosity. His fear and excitement are palpable. On the right foot of the statue is a stone keypad. Referencing the parchment, he presses with great effort the stone with the red sun, followed by the yellow moon and the orange star. Quickly backing away, he watches in amazement as the statue’s right foot slides backwards revealing an underground staircase. With a silent prayer, he turns on his headlamp and descends the stairs.
Hidden
Beneath the surface
an old soul remains
buried under layers
of contemporary viewpoints
that leave the foundation within
forgotten and derelict
Chipping away the layers
slowly reveals the essence
of the structures origin
reviving primal access
W3 Prompt #90: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s host, David himself, prompts us to “…try our hands at a relatively simple ‘nonce’ poetic form that I created. It is called the ‘Jamb-Jitsu’.”
Jamb-Jitsu?
- Two stanzas (S1 and S2) with three rules:
- S1 must have more lines than S2;
- ALL lines of S1 must employ enjambment;
- Enjambment is: the running-over of a sentence or phrase from one poetic line to the next, without terminal punctuation;
- ALL lines of S2 must have the same number of syllables
A gogyohka: Eastern Bluebird
Hello little bluebird
Vivid blue muted in anticipation of spring
The north wind does not deter
Patiently perched at the birdbath
Waiting for the ice to melt
Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 17
I. J.’s Birds of the Week XLVII
Foolish Games
She stares into her bathroom mirror, a smug smile upon her face. She did it! She revealed herself to her lover’s wife during the celebration of their twentieth wedding anniversary. A posh restaurant, a shared bottle of champagne, live piano music… Perfect, except for the unexpected guest. She giggles at the recent memory. He and his wife, sitting at an intimate little table in the corner, deep in whispered conversation. His crumbling facade as he witnesses her approach. Her smile falters a bit recalling the cold expression in the wife’s eyes. No matter, he will be all hers now. Her smile broadens.
But that smile was the last smile to come upon her face. Awaiting his arrival, she turns on the television for distraction. A breaking news story publicizes her lover’s portrait, murdered outside a trendy restaurant. A manhunt underway for the suspected murderer.
dVerse Prosery — January 15, hosted by Lisa (msjadeli)
Lisa prompts us to write a piece of prose up to 144 words, incorporating the line: “But that smile was the last smile to come upon her face.” A line from the heart-wrenching Ballad of Birmingham by Dudley Randall.
Image created using Bing Image Generator.
Moving Windows
Through a bus window
Through a train window
Through a plane window
Through a boat window
Dramatic
Man-made drama
Sculpture of Francis Ford Coppola filming The Godfather – Savoca, Sicily
These dramatic kitesurfers must be quite skilled, as they deftly avoided crashing into one another.
Another dramatic thrill seeker…
Nature’s drama
Patti’s LAPC #282: Dramatic
Water
Two parts hydrogen, one part oxygen
We fall from the sky
Destroyers of family picnics
Wished away through children’s nursery rhymes
Don’t underestimate our power
Shape shifters we are
Magical icy crystals
Captivating in white lace
Frosty blankets spread
Ominous sky dwellers
We approach in thunderous glory
A menacing specter
Burdens released upon the earth
We fill river basins
Flow with herculean strength
Annihilate all in our path
But don’t judge too harshly
For we also sustain life
Including yours
Inspired by local flooding in our area (southeastern US) and snowstorms further north. More to come…
Open Road
So many doors to choose from
Yet I keep banging into the same wall
Time to venture out
The open road calls
Perhaps the right door will reveal itself
Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #250
JJJ Interactive Books 