Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
rough like bark and brush
babbling water turns putrid
as the snake returns
with false speech and slight of hand
his rap still charms the sparrows
(Image credit: Matt Wuerker | Copyright 2021 Andrews McMeel Syndication)
This Sunday, Benda gives us the following words in her Sunday Whirl:
hands brush water sparrows snake babbling slot rap piped bark exiled speech
Doesn’t really help to vent but I had to go where the words take me!
autumn laps the shore
sweet and unpredictable
lavender and smoke
the mind meanders
in a purple haze again
broken memories
Thanks to Susi for the great inspiration. Visit her site for more info and great writing.
seven minutes gone
time moving like molasses
bittersweet and slow
and the scent carries me back
to bygone weekend mornings
alone with my thoughts
blank ripples on the white space
the canvas whispers
sweet nothings to nobody
my solitude unbroken
Claude Monet. The Studio Boat (Le Bateau-atelier), 1876, Oil on canvas.
Today’s challenge from dVerse asks us to do either of the below:
I’ve been struggling with a bit of writers/creative block so this is my reflection on that unsettling feeling.
Visit the dVerse page for more info on the prompt:
at first blush hopeful
till the bruise stains the bounty
the blossom endures
Rory McEwen (British, 1932-1982)
I recently visited an exhibit of Rory McEwen’s paintings and I was blown away. His work is magnificent. I was really caught off guard by how much emotion a flower or a leaf or an onion (!) could convey. If you ever have the chance to see his work, take it! When I read today’s SoCS prompt word (BLUSH), I immediately thought of him.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 