- Charles W. Chesnutt
" The gods confound the man who first found out how to distinguish the hours! Confound him, too, who in this place set up a sundial, to cut and hack my day so wretchedly into small pieces!"
- Plautus
" We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery."
- H. G. Wells
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- Weekend Wordsmith #193- Carpet
Low Tide
carpet of hot coals
ancient villagers chanting
healers pound kava
Written By: Patricia Sawyer
3-1302011
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Project 365 - Week 11-
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Sunday Scribblings #258 - Big
Ceremony
Big time walked proudly
his pride and joy had earned wings..
Little Buddy jumped
Written By: Patricia Sawyer
3-13-2011
Haiku Heights #34 - Wings -
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One Single Impression -
Prompt 159: Passionate
The Spirits Whisper
Heavy purple plums glisten
sumptuously tempting
the deep shade inviting
yet the viper wavers not...
Promise of wisdom her lure
she trails the serpents path
climbing and winding.. winded
His promise her greatest desire
figs.. rosy sweetness bursting forth
she ignores.. following mindlessly
jagged rocks and itching vines
surround her.. clinging.. impeding
The beast crawls on
never looking back
trusting that she follows
unwavering into temptations snare
eyes blinded to all treasures
passionate only for knowledge
of all evil.. her goodness set aside
she stumbles to paradise's heart
thunder welcomes her shame
thorns climb.. separating sin
as mankind finally.. knows
all possible Immorality...
And the Spirits whisper...
You poor unfortunate souls
Written By: Patricia Sawyer
3-13-2011
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Thanks for taking time to visit my blog today.. I welcome each and every comment and follower.. Have a wonderful day..
Patsy
sumptuously tempting
the deep shade inviting
yet the viper wavers not...
Promise of wisdom her lure
she trails the serpents path
climbing and winding.. winded
His promise her greatest desire
figs.. rosy sweetness bursting forth
she ignores.. following mindlessly
jagged rocks and itching vines
surround her.. clinging.. impeding
The beast crawls on
never looking back
trusting that she follows
unwavering into temptations snare
eyes blinded to all treasures
passionate only for knowledge
of all evil.. her goodness set aside
she stumbles to paradise's heart
thunder welcomes her shame
thorns climb.. separating sin
as mankind finally.. knows
all possible Immorality...
And the Spirits whisper...
You poor unfortunate souls
Written By: Patricia Sawyer
3-13-2011
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Thanks for taking time to visit my blog today.. I welcome each and every comment and follower.. Have a wonderful day..
Patsy
7 comments:
What a great take on the prompt.
Is that your turkey? If so, are you keeping him for a meal later or do you keep him as a pet? Great job capturing him through the fence and keeping him in focus.
Loved the turkey pic. I don't know if I have ever been that close to one.
Turkey's are not the most attractive creatures, are they, lol!
Have a great week,
Mimi
Wonderful Sunday Post, even though I am first reading it on a Monday which is even better.
Have a great week.
PLU
beautiful entries.
lovely Haiku on wings.
interesting haiku :) thank u for sharing with HH..
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