A Fragrant Drink

In Response To:

MLMM Photo Challenge #353 – Use the image as inspiration for a poem or short story.  Alternatively, If you are an artist or photographer, use this as an opportunity to showcase your own work.  You have 1 week to complete this challenge.

broken flower

displays its raw true beauty

sweet is her nectar

~ * ~

Photo Courtesy of  Ellie Burgin on Pexels.com

Reflections Of Her Soul

In Response To:

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Dawning – January 21, 2021 – Go where the prompt leads you and publish a post on your own blog that responds to the prompt. It can be any variation of the prompt and/or image. Please keep it family friendly. Prompts close 7 days from the close of my post.

Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Returning #writephoto – Use the image and prompt as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, as long as it is fairly family-friendly.

Eugi’s Photo Prompt:

As she reflects on her life’s journey

she stands in awe of who she has become

from what she once was – emptiness, death…


In her reflections into her soul

she sees a Dawning of Light

where once there was only darkness

a precious, gentle and quiet spirit

where there once was angry, violent rage…


She is returning to her True self of

whom she was always meant to be

always desired and strived to be

before her innocence was taken and

the oppression she suffered devoured her

leaving her soul dying within her…


Now in her Dawning of Light

she has risen from the ashes

to devour the oppression that

once devoured her becoming

the empowerment to leave behind 

the darkness of an empty death

to a Woman graced in the wholeness of Love

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Sue’s Photo Prompt:

Eugi’s Photo Prompt Courtesy of: lovethispic.com

A Torrent’s Love

In Response To:

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Winsome March 2, 2020 – Go where the prompt leads you and publish a post on your own blog that responds to the prompt. It can be words and/or images. Please keep it family friendly. Prompts close 7 days from the close of my post.

V.J.’s Weekly Challenge– #86 Cliche – To participate, create a post on your own site and pingback here or drop a link in the comments.  Look forward to your responses.

Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Torrent #writephoto – Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, as long as it is fairly family-friendly.

A torrent came upon this soul

from whence I knew naught

it was not winsome nor was it cliche

this torrent tumbled me and dropped 

me over the edge beyond depths

of waters I had seen before…

It was different, it was new

scary, yet exhilarating…testing my

trust to go beyond myself and 

surrender to the Power that metamorphose

in unknown ways higher, greater than

what the human mind could ever conceive

a truly transformative gift of Love!



Stirring Within

Written In Response To:

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #97 – PROMPT:  This week, we will play around with – QUOTES – PREFERABLY AROUND WRITING, CREATIVITY OR WRITER’S BLOCK.  If you have a brilliant thought about something else, you are most welcome to share it in the form of a quote.  The choice of format is yours – text, jpeg, video or anything else.

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Stirring within…

a voice that must have its say

the writer’s soul.

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Photo Credit:  Pinterest


We Are Too Strong – Prose & Haiku

Written In Response To:

Helene’s Weekly Challenge Prompt June 11, 2019:  What Do You See? –  write a post on your own blog,  your choice of poetry or a story.


A remembrance from the past

statue made of stone symbolizing

her face coupled in her hands and

bound by the serpent’s strength

that she not be remembered for

the Warrior Spirit she once was

instead a faceless, void spirit that

he wants forgotten by all

but to the serpents dismay

she lives on through each

generation of Warrior Women Survivors

and she is seen and remembered

by all who encounter us…

enemy attempts

to destroy the survivors

but we are too strong

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Weekly challenge


The Poet’s Soul – Meta-Poem

Written In Response To:

NaPoWriMo Challenge 2019 – Day 28 –  I’d like to challenge you to try your hand at a meta-poem of your own.  A meta-poem is a poem about poetry.

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A poem is the poet’s soul…

sometimes truth, sometimes lies

sometimes a facade in disguise

it’s what can help a poet feel whole


A poem will convey the brokenness

the pain, the anguish, the tears that

spoken word cannot find a way to express

it is the poet’s breath when fear paralyzes


A poem can be the dousing of water

upon anger’s burn to become an ember

it can be the lyrics of a poet’s mind that prance

and the beat of a poet’s heart that dance


A poem is life’s seasons written all year round

it is the sound one hears when the poet’s heart pound

a rhyme, a rhythm, a frozen place in time held dear

the memories of love, joy, passion and laughter’s lyre


A poem is the stirring of the emotions going in circles

and the mind’s insanity turned into sanity’s miracles

it is the mad rambling of impatience and frustration

the soul’s muted torment within escape to freedom…


A poem is the intricate tapestry of a poet’s soul.

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Photo Credit:  Pinterest

The Sorrows Of Silence

BrewNSpew Cafe – Word Of The Week

doldrums – (noun) – a state or period of inactivity, stagnation, or depression. Synonyms – inactive, quiet, slow, slack, sluggish, subdued, inert, flat, dull.

Taiki-chū no chinmoku (The Silence of Waiting)

Each day a new day

the refreshment of new things

don’t always come to pass

some days the doldrums

of the sorrows of silence

take hold once again

as I long for the Presence

to speak the promises I await

but waiting to hear seems

to be my only fate

nature’s seasons are but months

but the soul’s seasons can be years

filled with so many tears

holding on can become a weary task

it is then I must drink from Hope’s flask

to continue on to my future’s promised destiny.

~ * ~

Photo Credit:  LiTRO

The Sacred Unknown

The Haunted Wordsmith Opposites Attract Challenge #7

The challenge is to use the prompt word AND one (or more) of its antonyms in some form of writing (or creative work). 

Today’s Prompt:  discourage

Antonyms:  embolden, hearten.

Image result for nature paths with crossroads

She stands at the crossroads

of many ways to choose

knowing each way will lead her

into the Sacred Unknown

she does not discourage nor fear

for with faith she is embolden

to walk each path chosen

with a promised legacy beholden

whatever the choice it will not be wrong

for no matter the journey taken

she will come out more strong

and grateful for the opportunity

that it grew her to be so beautifully hearten.

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Photo Credit:  twoagespilgrims.com

Wafting In The Deep Blue Indigo

The Haunted Wordsmith Genre Challenge #6

This challenge is a bit different than everything else in that it has two rules:

Response should use the photo prompt given
Response should be in specified genre

Today’s genre: Poetry

Today’s photo prompt:

Wafting in the deep blue indigo

her soul is lavished

in brilliant Autumn warmth

kissed with the hues of

sea creatures at her beckon call

to swim the depths, widths, lengths, and heights,

of an ocean’s infinity

where sweet dreams are vivid and alive flawlessly

untarnishable by the world’s imperfections

and there are no limits

to where imagination’s wings

can take her to soar

with new, refreshing, and

boundless places to explore

where boredom is not known

yet peace is food for the soul

wafting in the deep blue indigo.