Morning

A Stone: One daily observation.

Morning whispers greeting, remembers where I left off yesterday.  Invites me to begin again.

Note* I looked out my window the first thing this morning.  And thought, it changes so quickly, what is glorious will soon change.  I flew from my bed, grabbed the keys, went to studio, got the camera, and took this pic.  How grateful I am.  My heart is filled from the first moment I awakened.  This has to be a wonderful day.  And if you share this with me, it will be a wonderful day for you, too.

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Theme Thursday

Prompt: Split

Split

I fall forward

My thoughts split

And run on tiny feet

In every direction

Shape shifting along the way

Alone

Perhaps before the end of day

Time of split between light and dark

They will return

Become one

I will know them

Recognize their meaning

As they take their proper place

In the universe

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Thursday Think Tank #61 She

She

Soft and warm

Missed and longed for

In cold places

Necessary at birth

Holds the hand of the dying

She is bedrock

Stands alone

Asks for kindness — little more

Howls at the moon

Yours’

Mine

Strong

Still just a woman

Life is not worth

Living without her

Note* The words I speak are true.

11 thoughts on “Thursday August 18, 2011 A Stone/ Theme Thursday/ Thursday Think Tank

  1. Glad you arrived late rather than not at all, as it meant I found your lovely blog. Much enjoying the photos, the small stones, the poems. Hard to single any out, but I particularly like Split, the first I encountered, and accompanying photo and stone too.

  2. Wonderful photo and glorious beginning to the day. Beautiful words throughout Annell, you are a well with waters that never fail to nurture and quench the soul.

    Elizabeth

  3. My eyes flew down to these 2 thursday poems, though I’m supposed to review the one at the top for friday critique.
    I was drawn by the beautiful photograph of the sky, which is a living work of art, unable to be fully captured through another medium, but we can enjoy the image. I often look to a wide sky with eyes of wonder…back to the poems.

    They are perfect. The last line sums it up.
    These words are true.

    Bravo
    avril

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