The Rainbow

Hi Sky Watchers,

Mother Nature wrought torrential rain, wind, and storms, but the sky let up and a rainbow was visible above. This is my first rainbow sighting! I hope you enjoy the view.

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Silver Dime Makes A Fine River

Hi all,

The following is a recent short story I've written. I hope you enjoy!

The pride of the world could fit on a dime. She was convinced that if she squinted her eyes, she’d see tiny people skating on silver. The dime became her soul possession. She pressed it close to her heart and rubbed away the tarnish with her kisses. It swam in the cavernous depths of her pockets.

She was impoverished by circumstance but not in her mind. Her coat, withered by time and loss, hinted of her former glory. Her coat of colors, wine and rust, housed her sophisticated walk. Her cheekbones sloped along bronze complimenting her jet black hair. Pedigree leered at the line of poverty. Old age was but a speck on the horizon.

She was often mistaken as an heiress. Her belly fattened on her looks and charm. She turned her heels on the fashion district, and they besought her sphere of divinity. They regarded the antique silver as a link to her glory. Perhaps she was a descendant of the silver president. She buzzed with all the warm thoughts of the city. Her impoverished celebrity became the sweetest piece of irony.

She swam deep in a river of silver and thought not of the cares of tomorrow. His eye is on the sparrow, she smiled. I must be His masterpiece.

Sacred (Haiku)

Hello all,

I've written two haikus for this week's Haiku Heights. The theme is sacred.

Her sacred body

Prostrate at the gates of God

Behold masterpiece

Lifting eyes above

Heaven and earth pass with time

By the shores of love

Still (Acrostic)

Hi bloggers,

This poem is written for Acrostic Only.

Salt of her tears
Trickle on cold earth

Irrational thought, budding action

Light pause in space
Lay in the womb

Sky Watch: The Seasons

Hi Skywatchers,

The seasons are changing, ushering in fall. The sky is blushing warm colors like the leaves. A sight to behold. Peeking beyond the sky, what lies ahead: mild pleasant days or snowmageddon?

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OSI: Joie de vivre

Hi bloggers,

This week's OSI prompt is the French phrase Joie de vivre (the joy of living).

Smile wide as the universe
Breathe deep into tomorrow
Hear the pattering heart echo
Taste the waters and swallow
From the generous wells of sky
Feel the richness of earth
Our senses stirred, invigorated
As the seasons pass us by
In succession they revive
Mirth and joy, lively jives
Words release a song
Budding ears are loved
Joie de vivre!

Thursday Tale: Old Friends

Hi bloggers,


This story is written for Thursday Tales.

Leanne was a sight to behold in her pink, frilly tutu. Uncle fancied her with cowgirl boots and a wide brim hat. Her eyes swam in blue skies along fresh, green meadows.

“She’s a real country gal,” we laughed, as she modeled her new clothes.


The country air buoyed Leanne’s spirit. At home, she was the shy girl with dark eyes. But visits to Uncle’s farm sparked a quiet brilliance in her. In the wind, we watched her soar with invisible wings.


“I’ve got one more surprise for you Leanne,” Uncle jested with a jovial smile. “How bout it ole’ girl. Let’s go have a look.” Her deep, brown eyes leapt up in wonder as we walked alongside her. A large, chestnut horse was visible beyond a wooden fence. Leanne looked up with tears in her eyes.


“For me,” she asked softly. She tottered slowly towards the fence, her arms stretching in the wind. Her mind had already embraced the horse, stroked its wide back, and laid against warm chestnut. But the horse barely raised its head to look at her. She trotted slowly in the opposite direction.


“Horsey,” Leanne wailed. Shakily, she climbed the fence, shrieking at the top of her lungs. No one could reach Leanne before she tumbled into the horse’s field. She sobbed uncontrollably in the grass. Her fingers tugged mercilessly at her dress and tears stung her cheeks.


Instinctively, the horse galloped towards Leanne. Her hooves thundered in a rapturous trot. Uncle cautiously laid down his hat and stooped beside her.


The horse dropped her brown neck low swinging her dark mane. Leanne smiled and rested her hand against its nose. Their eyes met in quiet contemplation greeting as old friends frequenting time and space.