When All Else Fails/#photography

It is good to turn our attention to the things that are constant, reliable and ever present in these uncertain social, political and rapidly changing times.

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Now you see her
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Now you don’t

Anyone with a basic knowledge of the way our world turns understands that even though we don’t see her in the bright light of day, the moon is ever present. She is constant and certain as is the sunrise.

In these times of world turmoil, of a questionable healthy future for our planet and the shattering of so many of the certainties we once took comfort in, it encourages me to cling to the constants in life, to remember that they are there, even when we can’t see them easily.

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Hope lives as long as one person carries it in their soul, love is present in creation even though it sometimes seems scarce, and Existence is infinite, whether humanity is wise enough to maintain its place within the grand Matrix of the living essence.

I am encouraged by the chain of life that marches on, refusing to accept or recognize defeat. The beauty of its face keeps me grounded in hope, clinging to love and praying for his future…for the future of life.

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Framing My World..

In case you ever wondered if I really do take photos in my meager little faerie garden, in case you doubted my obsession with the tiny miracles that often go unnoticed and happen every moment, whether we see them or not-my hubby snapped this one while I was otherwise engaged.

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There were some pretty amazing little visitors that day. Want to meet them? 😏

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The Monarch, her Majesty
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The alien from planet Amazing

Hang in there, people. I see Friday on the near horizon! 👏👏👏

Color My World..

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There are times, it seems,

like in misty dreams

where a lack of color

brings clarity.

Subtle hues of

shadow and light,

a silent whisper

of Earth’s delight.

Timeless,

Motionless,

Ethereal.

Perhaps the reds

and golds and blues,

the roses’ blush

and sunset views,

obscure,

detract,

the impact

of line and form,

cool and warm.

Enter imagination-

sharp, unfurled-

in the blink of an eye

to color my world!

 

Cheryl KP

copyright words and image 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today

is Friday.

Glorious, coveted, revered, taunting, waiting and flaunting all its promises of release, relief, reprieve, retreat, reverence and rejuvenation.

But more than this, Today is unique, not yesterday or tomorrow, but 24 hours of now with all its possibilities. Try to look around and find the very moments that make up this day and savor them.

Magic and wonder are found in the most unexpected places.

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Happy #Free48!

It is starting out very happy for me, or at least not as distressing as my week began. And I believe I have my media space problem in a manageable place. Yay!!

 

The Bee and Me/Photography/Poetry

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Moments,

saved from

Nature’s tapestry,

woven in hues

of greens and blues….

 

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Spun gold overcoats

and gossamer wings,

a thousand kisses

left on velvet blush

as the wind sings..

 

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Embrace perfection

with tenderness,

cradled in your arms

it thrives, sublime!

Moments,

stolen unawares,

like precious gems,

seashells on the sand,

kept in heart’s

book of days,

and treasured

beyond measure.

How happy we,

the bee and me!

 

Cheryl P

copyright words and images

2018

 

What Matters…

What we hold in the palm of our hands,

delicate gift, the heart understands.

What we possess but forget

in the wake of regret

withers in shadow

of doubt.

 

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Fragrant remains of desire,

kindling for funeral pyre,

The bits that you clutch,

have so numbed your touch,

while faint memory lingers

I slip through your fingers

as dust in the wind

and no way to mend

the bridge that once

called you a friend.

Forgotten.

 

CKP copyright words and Photo

2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Understudy

Behind the curtain,

beneath the lights

and hidden safely

out of sight

 

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she waits.

 

Recites her lines

with sheer perfection,

the moves and words,

her grand reflection

 

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of heart’s desire.

 

Her role it seems

fell short of dreams,

though happy she

tenaciously

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supports the cast.

 

They who shine

and intertwine

creating magic,

tender, tragic…

 

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’till bright stars fall!

 

The, blossoming,

she takes the stage,

her book of life

thus turns a page-

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she is newborn!

 

Glowing, growing

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her dreams it seems

all coming true.

 

She climbs the heights

to light the nights…

 

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as they who climb

are marking time,

taking their marks

like hungry sharks

they circle

and wait,

thus the fate

of

The Understudy.

 

Copyright words and images/CKP 2018

 

 

 

 

Passion or Pain/#SoCS

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Passion or pain,

tell me again

why I surrender

without a thought

of what I ought

to expect,

no regret,

for blood runs hot

and soon is forgot

the sting of sorrow

left for tomorrow

when ‘ere you are gone

leaving me here alone

with naught but a glint

and the sultry scent

of frenzied lust

and dauntless trust,

drunken I wait,

and anticipate

the passion,

the pain

like wine,

so fine..

 

 

CKP 2018

Copyright words and image

When I took these photos I was amazed by what I first thought could be a mother and offspring, then looking it up, perhaps an attack by a smaller bee. Then, after further research it seems it is what my camera led me to intuit. This seems to be a mating, although the little guy may have set his sights too high. Within seconds she tired of the game; and with a flick of her wings sent him flying as she moved on to other pleasures. Happy Saturday and welcome to the Free 48! I hope you will visit Linda Hill’s blog for more inspiration about today’s #SoCS prompt, which was fine. 

 

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