Clouds traverse the sky,
Leaving a dazzling spectrum,
The summer sun sets
– Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #104. Word prompts were “Dazzle” & “Sky” or synonyms of those. Photo from PublicDomainPictures.net.
Mundane Monday Challenge #66: Learn Photography
This is an up-close photo of a radiator. I enjoyed the decorative design along with the shadow and highlights.
– PhoTrablogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge #66: Learning Photography. Find the beauty in the mundane. Photo ©2016 Leara Morris-Clark.
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To Freedom
Sailing on, free.
At last in this red boat, we are
Sailing on, free.
We wildly braved the angry sea,
In the morn, hoping to get far,
Before the sun and servants bar
Sailing on, free.
– Written for Jane Dougherty Writes, Poetry Challenge #37: Red Boat. Painting by Odilon Redon. Word prompt was “journey.” Poetry form is a Rondelet.
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Silver Coin, Heart of Gold
He reached inside his torn pocket for his prized possession, and then proudly held out his dirty hand to display a battered coin. A lopsided grin spread over his face, and despite his ragged appearance, the expression was of true joy.
He loudly plopped the silver piece into the aluminum coffee can that the old man had placed near where his feet should have been if he hadn’t lost his legs in an explosion.
“Thank you,” he said, and his eyes crinkled up with a grateful smile.
Toby turned and skipped away. Regardless of his own beggared condition, the boy saw the value in giving what little he had to help others even less fortunate.
– Written for Miniature Writing Challenge #49. Prompt was “wealth.” WC 115. Photo from Pixabay.com.
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Our Pulse
Check my pulse, it’s still beating.
Your bullets tear through my rainbow wings.
I cower in fear and pain and you stand over me,
A coward with your guns and hate,
And societal and religious justification
For your version of purification.
Check my pulse, it’s still beating.
Check for breath, I’m still breathing.
Whether my physical body passes from this world is not what matters.
See what you don’t realize is that our oppression
Has made us a strong and resilient organism
That unites, in light of your destruction; we rise and fall together,
In spite of the self-righteous façade masking your self-loathing,
Crushing the emotion that you might feel for the wrong that you have done.
Check my pulse, it’s still beating.
Check for breath, I’m still breathing.
Your bullets tear through our imaginary sanctuary,
Where we thought we were safe.
Though I may pass, we will live on and your actions
Only serve to facilitate discussion, and bring about awareness.
We will grow and strive and live and thrive
And future generations will learn from your mistakes,
And learn from our love, and heartbreaks.
Check our pulse, it’s still beating.
– Written as a response to the Orlando shooting at Pulse. It was written with the intent to be read out loud. Please click on the video to hear my reading. Image from FanPop.
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Photo Challenge: Opposites
This is part of a decorative perimeter surrounding Flagler College in St. Augustine, FL. I saw opposites here regarding the hard, metal chain with geometric shapes juxtaposed against the organic, softer feel of the greenery.
– The Daily Post Photo Challenge: Opposites. Photo ©2009 Leara Morris-Clark .
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I’ve Had Better Days
My whole face ached with each snotty explosion.
The itching wouldn’t stop. On top of that, my eyes watered incessantly, and I started to sneeze. My whole face ached with each snotty explosion. I could barely see through the little slits left between my swollen eyelids. I clawed miserably at my eyes and rubbed my nose with the back of my hand. Stop and smell the roses, they said. Unfortunately, it appears I am allergic to roses.
– Written for YeahWrite.me fiction|poetry #272. Prompt up sentence, “It all still itches something fierce.” WC 69. Photo from Wikipedia.
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