lips whisper speak
echoes cast golden shadow
un forgotten flame
Kristjaan’s prompt at Carpe Diem is Candle. There are so many meanings in the flickering light of a candle – what meaning has it for you?
Tag: echo
Desert Echo #haiku #tanrenga
ancient laughter
captured in a canyon wind –
yucca leaves, rustling
ancient laughter
captured in canyon wind
yucca leaves, rustling
~Jen
echoed conversation
wisdom of the ages
~mdw
This is Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga prompt for the weekend
If you are unfamiliar with the Tan Renga form,
the second “stanza” of 7-7 is an echo of another poet’s haiku
Each Written Word #poetry #photography
sculpture – Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux
Each word was a thread
an interwoven part
tears like dew drops
from a broken heart
*
Each word was a plea
silent call to you
catching the phrase
before the wind it blew
*
Each word echoed love
tumbled in the waves
polished over time
waiting for the day
*
Each word a duet
a poem in the dust
inscribing now my fate
your embrace, I trust
*
Each word an inspiration
of stories that I live
inked is the promise
etched upon my skin
*
While penning, what does a poet seek ~ Fame, understanding, love, expression?
This week’s Prompt from Verse First “Writer’s are lovers”
“Writers are great lovers… and great lovers realize that they are what they love.” ~ Ginsberg
Dedicated to a poet I have long revered
Photography is the © work of L. Moon 2013
In the Echo (Flash Fiction 55)
She listened for his voice.
He called, “Where are you?”
The echo seemed to assault
“W_H_E_R_E A_R_E Y_O_U?”
“I’m here,”she called back
“I can’t seeee you,” his words echoed desirous
“I’m here…
closer than your next breath”
longing echo whispered in his ear
he could almost feel her
in the echo.
Thanks to G-Man aka Mr Know it All for hosting a great flash fiction each week. We always have fun trying to create a story in 55 words. Come along with us and try your hand.
D sharon Pruitt shared this lovely photo on Creative Commons
“Rainbow Echo” http://www.flickr.com/photos/pinksherbet/3924852858/
The voices behind the walls… (Microfiction)
Echoed though they had endured many hard winters.
She would speak of love and dreams.
He of plans and tomorrow.
Listen…
Please join us and Susan at Stony River for Microfiction Monday in 140 characters or less. The prompt is a weekly picture.
penned in moon dust 