– PhoTrablogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge #72. Find the beauty in the mundane. Photo ©2016 Leara Morris-Clark.
Mundane Monday Challenge #72
Smug Shyster
Clever,
Or so he thought.
Judge’s gavel decided,
Sound was clear and sharp. He still smiled.
Foolish.
– Written for The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #49. Five words “sound, sharp, clever, judge, still.” Poetry form is my first attempt at a Cinquain. Photo from Pixabay.com.
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What I Thought I Saw (Mirage)
I see the beauty from afar
I set my sights on that distant star
I barrel ahead without reserve
I feel the end with every nerve
I have no time for distraction
I maintain my forward action
Some say I obsess
But I just strive for success
The closer I get
The more I regret
As I see the goal
I’ve traded my soul
Just out of reach
I see a breach
Between what I sought
And what I thought
I saw
– Written for Pix To Words Pic And A Word Challenge #50. Word and Photo prompts, word was “perception.” Top photo prompt by Patrick Jennings.
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Artwork
The sun shines through the leaves and makes its way to my window. The breeze moves branches and clouds casting playful shadows on the windowpane. I watch through blinds, safe from the heat, and I appreciate innovative invention. My window is a frame holding the artwork of nature for my enjoyment.
– Written for Day 14 of Awake August 2016, 31 Days of Mindful Writing in the form of Small Stones (concise daily observations) from Writing Our Way Home.
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Sunday Trees #248 081416
– On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea’s Sunday Trees #248 – August 14, 2016. Photo ©2008 Leara Morris-Clark.
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The Treasure At The End Of The Rainbow
After the rain, the sun peeked from behind the clouds creating a rainbow. Now all we had to do was find the end. If the leprechauns didn’t want us to find their gold, why would they put it in a pot at the end of a rainbow colored spotlight?
It was a long walk, but we finally neared the end. Even at a distance, we could see the pot was overflowing with shimmering gold coins.
I began to run and called after my sister to keep up. She always lagged behind.
Finally, I reached the treasure. I dug both hands into the mountain of riches and let them fall all around me. Something didn’t feel right. I picked up one coin to examine it closer.
It wasn’t real gold at all. It was gold foil covering something. I peeled back the wrapper to find a chocolate coin.
“Wake up doofus!” My sister said when she caught up to me. “Wake up!”
I heard a leprechaun’s laughter echoing across the rolling hills. “What the…!?” I sat straight up in bed.
“You are such a doofus! Were you having another stupid dream?”
“Aww man!” I whined. Just a dream and my stupid sister was making fun of me for talking in my sleep.
I suddenly had a craving for chocolate.
– Written for Jane Dougherty Writes, Microfiction Challenge #9: Rainbow. Painting prompt by Arkhip Kuindzhi. Word prompt was “After the storm.” WC 218.
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Three Moons
It has been three moons since last we spoke.
I wonder if you have longed for me.
Do you imagine me where you are?
Your hand in mine and we said goodbye.
We promised each other forever.
But, is the deep of space just too far?
I turn my eyes toward the night sky,
Always watching for a sign, a trace.
Three moons; I’ll wish on another star.
– Written for Jane Dougherty Writes, Poetry challenge #43: Trilune. Photo from Wikimedia.
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