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RETURN TO NEVERLAND

Wendy surveyed the room.  Her eyes wandered fondly over the toys.  Wendy had kept the room just as it was when Peter would visit and such merry times abounded.  John Darling would ride the horse and swing his sword leading the charge to Hook’s pirate ship.  Little Michael would toddle behind pushing his horse crying out for the Lost Boys to join the battle.  Wendy’s dolls wait patiently in their sweet bassinet for Peter’s return.  They  longed for Tinker Bell to once again sprinkle fairy dust and so they could magically take to the air and fly.  And there on the wall is the clock.  The keeper of that enchanted time stopped and never chimed again the day we Darling children decided to grow up.

Oh to return to Neverland once more is Wendy’s secret wish.  But she knows that it is not to be.  She is an old woman now with grandchildren.  But she muses, if the grandchildren come for a visit and sleep in her old rooms, maybe just maybe…..

This is written in response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, https://www.scvincent.com/2017/04/27/thursday-photo-prompt-CHILD#writephoto.

TRYST #WRITEPHOTO

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A TRYST WITH THE CREATOR

This is always my favorite part of the day, when the world is quiet and asleep.  I poured myself a cup of coffee and took it out to the porch to watch the sunrise.  I have done this thousands of times and the ghosts of summers pasts accompanied me.  Some of those ghosts were not welcome guests.  They reminded me of my shortcomings and mistakes.  And, some of those ghosts were welcome friends reminding me of my younger self, my children when they were little, and the friends who have come and stayed with us at the summerhouse over the many summers.

The birds soon awoke and starting calling out to each other and I was reminded of an old hymn, “This is the day that the Lord has made.  We will rejoice and be glad in it.”  I silently thanked the Creator for the message and started my day.

This is written in response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, https://www.scvincent.com/2016/02//thursday-photo-prompt-TRYSTwritephoto

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SWAN #WRITEPHOTO

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SWAN SONG

I floated mutely

in the dark,

until I reached

the holy mark.

Alone and dying

in the park,

I sang my song

in the dark.

References in classical literature include the belief that upon death the otherwise-silent mute swan would sing beautifully—hence the phrase swan song.

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This is written in response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, https://scvincent.com/2017/01/12/thursday-photo-prompt-SWANwritephoto

A SLIPPERY SLOPE – #WRITEPHOTO

 

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A SLIPPERY SLOPE

Life is a slippery slope

so they say.

The nearer your destination

they more you slip slide away.

(Apologies to Paul Simon)

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This post is written to a photo prompt.  The above prompt can be found at: Thursday photo prompt – Cracked Ice – #writephoto, at svincent.com.

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GOING HOME #writephoto

Home, there it is at last.

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I am finally home from the killing fields of Afghanistan and Iran.

Early snow this year.

Perfect for my last visit.

I see them gathered together at the table for Thanksgiving Dinner.

I take one last look at them as they lovingly offer prayers for me.

“May the souls of the faithful departed rest in peace.”  

Yes, now I can rest in peace.

This is written in response to a photo prompt provided by Sue Vincent at https://www.svincent.com.

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Thanks for taking the time read.

bernadette

REFLECTION – #write photo

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Look into the pool

and see your reflection.

Is it filled with

beauty?

Is it filled with

sorrow?

Is it filled with

anger?

Is it filled with

quandary?

Give thanks for

the reflection

and its transitory nature.

One day’s reflection

does not make a life.

This is written in response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt –

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THE TROUBLE EATER – #WRITEPHOTO

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The tale had been told since I was a child.  If you follow the path though it my be hard, at the end you will find the trouble eater.  The trouble eater has a fierce expression, a bulbous nose, green whiskers, and hidden all seeing eyes.  It has a cavernous mouth to eat all troubles.  Only the most faithful to the arduous walk arrive at it’s doorstep.

I walked the path for many merciless years.

I stayed faithful and brave.

I found the trouble eater.

I laid down my troubles and found peace.

I became the trouble eater.

bernadette

This is written in response to the photo prompt provided by Sue Vincent at:

https://scvincent.files.wordpress.com/2016/08/writephoto.jpg?w=288&h=210

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