Simply Express Yourself

 

Because it is easy to forget sometimes . . . 

to say, “I Love You.”

so, may you find abundant love, 

blessings &

cherished moments this week that 

flows through, into

this month, March,

and 

into your 2015

year.

XOXO

🙂

Photo source: Huffington Post

 

A Light Love Story

What a fine picturesque day for an estate auction, thought Jack. Endless blue skies blending in peaceful harmony with an outdoor sale. Early customers, like him, perusing over items in anticipation to buy with either a raised hand or nod of their head. Jack found tools he wanted.

The sale moved to the tables and Jack noticed his wife standing amid the bidders. Oh, no…someone please intercept her bid, we already have too many at home, he thought.

“SOLD! Entire contents to the lady in red!”

Jack said, “Babe, you’re the only light I need. Why fifty more lamps?”

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 Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers | Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple.

THE CHALLENGE: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)

THE KEY: MAKE. EVERY. WORD. COUNT.

Genre: Contemporary Fiction

Photo credit: Dawn Miller from The Day After

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Family

For the Weekly Photo Challenge: Family, I thought about families worldwide who struggle with hunger. In every corner of the world, one can find someone in need to eat a decent, nourishing meal.

To me, sharing our time, extra resources and love with those in our community who struggle to feed their loved ones, defines the true family.

Strangers helping strangers.

Family.

Family, weekly photo challenge, hunger, feeding, photograph, community service
Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten.

– David Ogden Stiers

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Carpe Diem Distillation, haiku, inspiration

The River-Merchant’s Wife Haiku Distillation

Hey y’all…today I thought it would be great to dive into another cool Carpe Diem Haiku Kai feature in which you “squeeze” a featured poem and wring out a haiku or a set of haiku poems.

The poem today is:  The River-Merchant’s Wife: A Letter BY EZRA POUND.

My distillation goes like this…

Artist: Willem de Kooning

playing his guitar
her flowing hair dancing free
music and laughter

too young at sixteen
lacking daddy’s good blessing
they elope for fun

street entertainers
not looking at tomorrow
share an old blanket

ten full seasons pass –
harsh winters finally fold,
on fading couple

river of bright lights
lures him out the door, but she,
in old age still waits

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A tough challenge especially working with such a master poet as Ezra Pound but I appreciate learning the art of haiku by studying classic poetry. Here is one more distillation by Moondustwriter,  Love in the river #haiku #photography #Ezrapound and if you go to Carpe Diem link above, you will find more. Enjoy and thank you.

Smiles, laughter and warm blessings!

 

Carpe Diem Distillation, haiku, inspiration

Evening Sky : A Carpe Diem Distillation Affair

In the classic Japanese novel, Tale of Genji, one of Genji’s lovers, Yuugao, dies because of a jealous curse placed on her. Back then, they really believed evil thoughts could kill!

The Carpe Diem’s Distillation challenge is to distill a haiku in reference to the selected text below.

As Genji mourns the loss of Yuugao while “looking at the smoke from the pyre…” he recited his thoughts. 

Chevrefeuille writes:

“It is important to know…Yuugao’s name means ‘Evening Faces.’ Therefore, Genji’s reference to ‘being deeply intimate with the evening sky’ refers to the love he shared with Yuugao.

The evening sky itself
Becomes something to cherish
When I gaze at it,
Seeing in one of the clouds
The smoke from her funeral pyre

Prince Genji, haiku, Carpe Diem Distillation, funeral pyre, love lost, evening faces, prayers, full moon rising

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majestic prayers –
rises to meet the full moon
under falling stars 

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Ligo Haibun, haiku, writing,

Touch of Wonder: A Ligo Haibun Affair

Touch of Wonder

White Rose| Photo by Call2Read.com

I remember the day. You asked, “Hey, you wanna come over? Dinner. Meet my parents.” I remember fear. I must have said yes. To that moment. You picked me up. Punctual as always – seven o’clock. As you opened the car door, you handed me a white rose. From my mom’s garden – you said. I smiled – said thanks.

We drove not too long to your parent’s place. I remember thinking, hoping, praying. Please let this be real.

Those silk roses – darn, they look so real. Some even come with dewdrops on their detailed etched leaves. I reach out, gently to touch your warm cheeks. In that moment, a faint fragrance from your mother’s flower beds rise up to greet me. Perhaps this delicate blossom is right for me to pick. I wonder. Should I?

touch of love
smooths out the wrinkles of fear
fragrant petals bloom

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Written for the Ligo Haibun Challenge.