Vista #writephoto

A vista shows us more than we
Can gather in our hands.
It’s there and there majestically.
We gasp and understand.

Linked to Sue Vincent’s Write Photo Prompt. The image above was provided by Sue Vincent.

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Sue Vincent’s #writephoto icon


The cloudy image on the lake
Comes from the gracious morning light
We left the darkness of the night,
Became aware of what’s at stake.
We now renew, rejoice, remake,
Reflect on what we know as true.
Our part seems small, like morning dew,
But later when the victory’s won
We may find out it was well done
And fully know and be known too.

Linked to Ronovan Writes Decima Poetry Challenge with the word “true” appearing as one of the rhyme words in the c stanza. The full pattern is abbaaccddc.

Ronovan's Decima Poetry Challenge Image
Ronovan’s Decima Poetry Challenge Image


Attracted by the morning sun
And by the people who
Toss wondrous crumbs into the sky
That every bird with brains must try.
What else is there to do?
This is why I don't feed the birds, but I love it when others do.
This is why I don’t feed the birds, but I love it when others do.

A Wet Weekend

Today, I’m glad and feeling fine.
My thoughts are cloud-free clear.
Tomorrow rain may soak my roots
Nourishing those fresh young shoots
While I am standing here.

Linked to Cosmic Photo Challenge where Dale offers the theme of “a wet weekend”. My weekend was more like the photo below than the one above, but they both have water in them.

Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. I have been taking this past week morning walks starting around 5:15 AM to watch the sun rise in Techny Park (Northbrook, Illinois). Watching it rise through the trees and then being reflected on the pond has made me smile.

Morning Reflection in the Water

Reflected Sunrise

Morning sun in neighbor’s window,
Pond reflects the cloudy sky.
Should I search, distort the season,
Expose the surface, buttress reason?
Look. Stay true. Don’t fear the why. 


How purely does the heather bloom
With humble, purple praise.
Delight in sunshine on the hill.
Distant clouds do as they will.
Dreams refresh our days.

Linked to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. The photo above comes from Sue Vincent as the theme for this prompt.

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A steward cares for what he does
Not own. And if we'd dare unwind
The miracle, perhaps we’d find
The sorry tale of who he was.
He left that, who knows where, because
The Spirit’s wind blew long ago.
Why did it come? He does not know.
He’s glad, more glad than anything
That used to make him smile or sing -
Across his life such breath would blow.

Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge. The prompt word is “wind” to be used as the rhyme in the second or third line of this ten-line poetic form having eight syllables per line and a rhyme pattern of abbaaccddc. I used it as “unwind” in the second line.

Ronovan's Decima Poetry Challenge Image
Ronovan’s Decima Poetry Challenge Image


Rippling water
Rippling beach
Calm and sunlight
Within reach
Sue Vincent's Photo "Silver" for Thursday Photo Prompt
Sue Vincent’s Photo “Silver” for Thursday Photo Prompt

Linked to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt “Silver”.

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Sue Vincent’s #writephoto icon


Oh, that is a blessed story.
Defeated, now arise, renew,
Unchained, inspired, come ride on through
Darkened, deadly territory.
Everlasting praise and glory - 
How light prepares the morning's run
And nighttime rivals daytime's sun.
Breathing freely and rejoicing
Singing words we all are voicing
This story ends. It's never done.

Linked the Ronovan Writes where the theme is to use “story” and an A or C rhyme in a Décima, a 10-line poem in 8-syllable lines with rhyme scheme ABBAACCDDC with optional stanza break after the fourth line.

The illustrations are some of my photos while walking in the neighborhoods of Miami Beach. They may or may not relate to the poem depending on your imagination.

Red and Green
Ronovan's Decima Poetry Challenge Image
Ronovan’s Decima Poetry Challenge Image

Facing Change

The change I’d face began to dawn
Though hidden by dark cloudy seas,
A flood with opportunities
That I would miss when I moved on.

They vanished when they saw I'd gone.
Why did I leave them? I don’t know.
I watched and waited, wanted so
To make it right, at last renew,
Have something in my hand that’s true,
But in the end I let them go.