Sue has given us another wonderful photo to use as a prompt this week.

Crypt Spa
Uniform tombs lay
Dormitory of the dead
Try not to wake them
Such celebrated persons
Need uninterrupted restRitu 2016

28 Jul 2016 24 Comments
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Sue has given us another wonderful photo to use as a prompt this week.

Crypt Spa
Uniform tombs lay
Dormitory of the dead
Try not to wake them
Such celebrated persons
Need uninterrupted restRitu 2016

23 Jul 2016 8 Comments
in Challenges, Poems Tags: #WritePhoto, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Challenge, Haiku, Steps, Sue Vincent
Sue’s amazing Photo prompt this week.

In this photo, I saw two very different halves of the same picture, and it reminded me of the fact that life is a series of opposites, and those opposites often complement each other, like Yin and Yang!
One step at a time
Drawing closer to safety
Keep your mind focussed
On one side you feel danger
On the other calmness reignsYet both are required
To retain life’s harmony
Yin and Yang completesRitu 2016

16 Jul 2016 20 Comments
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Sue’s photo prompt this week… find the link here.

Discoveries made
Treasures found from long ago
A mine of wonders
Mystical tales uncovered
Proving other-worldly lifeRitu 2016

07 Jul 2016 31 Comments
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Sue’s prompt for this week’s #writephoto challenge.

A glimpse of daylight
Like a missing jigsaw piece
Suspended in airRitu 2016

01 Jul 2016 37 Comments
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Sue’s photo prompt for #writephoto this week.

The Island
Ever since I was little, it fascinated me.
That little glimpse of land.
My daddy pointed it out to me one day, during a walk on the beach near our house.
We would stand there, feet tickled by the ripples as the tide rolled in and out.
“One day Becky, we are going to live there, on that little bit of paradise, away from the world. Just our little family.” We would make all sorts of silly plans for out future on the mysterious island.
Then he announced that he was off on an adventure. He whispered to me that he was going to the island on his little boat, and he was going to stake a claim on it. It was our secret. I even helped him make a flag to fly there, once he arrived.
He promised that when he was back, we would pack our things and sail back there, and make a home for ourselves.
He was gone for days.
Mummy was fine at first, then after the first couple of days, she started to fret. He never went away for this long without telling her in full detail. This time, he had been a little elusive, and just mentioned that he had work. She called friends and family to no avail, and then the police.
In the end, I had to tell her our secret. That daddy was off exploring, and sailing to the island that we used to see on the horizon.
It was so manic around our house, then they told us they had found a boat, and they believed it was Daddy’s. It was washed up on some rocks, not far from where we would stand and look out at our dream home.
Mummy cried so much. But I couldn’t understand why she was upset. Daddy hadn’t been found. My flag wasn’t in the boat.
It was obvious to me. Daddy had got to the island and was flying my flag there. He was just waiting for us to make our way there.
So now, I still go and stand, feet in the water, gazing out at the speck of land, rising from the horizon. If I look hard enough, I am sure I can see a flag flying.
It won’t be long daddy, I’ll be there soon. It took a lot of convincing, but mummy finally let me have sailing lessons, and when I get a boat, I’ll sail over to you, so we can make our dream come true…
