Fish jumps, gulps a fly
bright waterdrops scattering;
cracking lake’s mirror.
Turquoise wings flashing
snapping beak swallows a fish;
bobbing waves diffuse.
Brown-fur dives deeply
leaving lacy white backwash;
dark head surfaces.
Fish flapping wildly
between sharp-clawed greedy paws;
nature in the raw.
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Image credit: Pixabay (free images)
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #109 photo prompt
build a wall, brick by brick
lay firm foundations
make each brick stick
over crimson clay
slather thick cement
leave not a crack
seal every chink
concentrate, visualise
this wall surrounds
a great oak door
close it tightly
turn the key
safe inside
you can’t
reach
me
locked within
my fortress
you can’t
hurt
me
anymore
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Image credit: Photomix company @ Pixabay
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #108 photo prompt
If I were able
I’d build a castle
just for you
A pearl-white, perfect vision
fashioned from daydreams
forged in the flames
of burning desire
If I were able
I’d offer my castle
only to you
A shining cerulean citadel
sculpted from fantasies
shaped by illusions
of anxious lust
If I were able
I’d trade my castle
to be with you
A glowing golden fortress
moulded from memories
shored up by recollections
of passions past
If I were able
I’d secure you
in my heart
And never let you go.
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Image credit: Google Images
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #107 photo prompt
A country, carved into four
by the victors.
A city, divided
by ideology and
something more.
Erected in haste
assembled in the silent hours
while they slept
apart, in blissful ignorance,
concrete and iron
snaked through
their lives.
Three decades on
torn down in protest:
lovers reunite
whom time
could not
divide.
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Image credit: Gennaro Leonardi @ Pixabay
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #106 photo prompt
What lies inside your little world?
What secrets hide within?
Eyes disguised, emotions veiled,
concealed behind a mask.
Wide-eyed, yet poker-faced,
your visage a strange conundrum
reposed, composed and tranquil
in silent contemplation.
Cloaked in mystery, unperturbed,
let me plumb your hidden depths.
What lies inside your little world?
What secrets hide within?
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Image credit: Charles Deluvio @ Unsplash
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #105 photo prompt
before sun’s
pink fingertips
brush the face
of mother earth
by the sacred pool
clouds swirl, circle
murmurs rise
in silver streams
coalesce
in dew-drop webs
while incantations
spill silently
from her lips
enchantments
whispering
in the mist
Image credit: Sean Robertson @ Unsplash
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #104 photo prompt
Oh, how I crave your
sweet succulent charms
long to smell the perfume
of your honey-coloured skin
Oh, how yearn for your
sweet yielding softness
ache for the touch
of your full fragrant form
I hunger to taste
your deep spicy sweetness
to nibble, caress and
sate my desire
temptation takes over
my lips are a-tremble
I close my eyes
and swallow you up.
Image credit: Jovan Vasiljević
Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #103 photo prompt.
All aboard, all aboard!
Cogs whirr, chains clank
pistons pump and gears crank
hang onto your hats and don’t look down
Bethelbert’s ride is the best in town
feast your eyes on the folk down there
open-mouthed they stand and stare
passing over the hills and dales
the ocean’s in sight, do you see those whales?
clouds above and sea below
which way’s up I’d love to know
hold on tight and live your dream
in Bethelbert’s marvellous mystery machine!
Image credit: Xresch @ Pixabay
Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #102 photo prompt.
dawn’s pink fingers
caress the town awake
softening the darkness
bringing forth the light
he walks alone
fighting recollections
of grim gun-metal days
running through
crimson-spattered streets
dodging snipers
and falling shells
the war is over
but remembered sounds
and bitter memories
remain locked inside
his broken heart.
Image credit: Maksym Harbar @Unsplash
Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #101 photo prompt.
She still remembers those days
ochre rays filtering
through gaunt autumn trees
casting patterns on the path
they trod together.
Days of promise, days of hope
leaves drifting downwards
crunching underfoot
creating crimson carpets
for them to follow.
And as long years drifted by
like autumn leaves falling
although far apart
treading different paths
they walk together.
Image credit: James Wheeler @Unsplash
Written in response to Sadje‘s What do You See #100 photo prompt.
The image shows sunlight beams are falling on a mother and daughter walking in the forest, holding hands
luna's on line 