Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake. -Wallace Stevens
A mirror of the sky above, the green of trees, and the soul inside. Walking by, it’s impossible to miss a sense of wisdom, the feeling of an old friend.
Waves soothe and invite a long talk. Toss a pebble and watch the ripples find their way to the shore. In the ridges, the answers flow. For there’s nothing else to do but contemplate as the rings grow wider and wider, until they fade to glass.
Guardian trees give shade to those who feel burned by the outside world. Rustling leaves whisper lullabies and offer a gentle embrace. Life is new, fragile and green. A reminder that starting over is something sacred.
Stone talismans wash ashore, a gift to be chosen and treasured. Bathed in blue and shaped in sand, tangible proof of a walk around the lake.
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drifting in trees
The weight of night,
asking to stay
Dawn marches on,
chasing the stars
Darkness fades out,
giving new light
Morning Mist in Bath, England
Photo by: c.b.w. 2005
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Special Note: This poem also marks the end of the Writer’s Digest 2013 November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge. I wrote these lines in response to the November 30th prompt, write a disappearing poem. They just happened to fit perfectly with the photograph I was planning to use for this week’s Sunday Abroad. I love it when that happens!
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Through Thanksgiving and Black Friday, the Writer’s Digest 2013 November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge must continue. Only one more day to go!
November 26, 2013
Prompt: Two for Tuesday
1. Take the phrase “Free (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.
2. Take the phrase “(blank) Free,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.
November 27, 2013
Prompt: Write a local poem.
November 28, 2013
Prompt: Write a bird poem.
November 29, 2013
Prompt: Write a commercial poem.
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I haven’t thought of a hand turkey in years, but for some reason the memory of those ridiculous five-finger turkeys hit me this Thanksgiving. This wonderful memory made me laugh and brought back the feeling of childhood fun. That fun feeling was so strong, I grabbed a box of crayons and got to work.
This amazing piece of art was created by: c.b.w.
I gave him some fancy feathers and imagined a reason for the turkey to gobble. Red, orange, and brown turned my turkey into an autumn leaf for a moment. But then, his beak and feet set the record straight. He looks pretty good, don’t you think?
Go ahead and make one. You know you want to.
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What’s your favorite thing this week?
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