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.
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
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.
a thought unspoken
like mist inside a bubble
smothering her mind
the jagged edges hidden
until she finds her true voice

Thanks for the inspiration.
Esther’s Writing Prompt for today was VOICE.