Sunday Photo Fiction – Can’t you see the sign?

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© Sascha Darlington

Can’t you see the sign? Stop right there then
This is madness, you can’t follow me here
And as if the wind urges you to veer
Don’t let me shout, I’ll even count to ten
Although I miss you, I’d stay in my pen
The memory lingers on, that is clear
The sound of your voice still gives me a tear
You’ve hurt me, I have no power left then

No one has the sand to stand against fate
In this respect the sands of time run out
So please, do not go further than the gate
The story ends here and we live without*

(c) ladyleemanila 2018

* Italian sonnet

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For: Sunday Photo Fiction – February 18th 2018, Wordle 339 Feb 17 by brenda warren

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His coming set off a ripple

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THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Among the Rocks” by Robert Browning: gigantic, simple, bones, clear, bask, knows, knees, throes, ripple, gain, heap, earth

His coming set off a ripple
Of excitement to everyone
A gigantic snowman on earth
In the throes of it all that’s clear

The heap of snow up to my knees
His coming set off a ripple
Of simple truth and honesty
We should all bask in its glory

We have gained the largest snowman
Everyone knows of his coming
His coming set off a ripple
Of love and happiness for all

We could all feel it in our bones
Children throw snow balls at each one
And some making their own igloos
His coming set off a ripple*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Quatern

For: Sunday Photo Fiction – December 17th 2017, Whirligig 142

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Sunday Photo Fiction – Traces of rain in the courtyard

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© Eric Wiklund

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Final Autumn” by Annie Finch: black, courtyard, cold, crams, past, traces, visit, fingers, block, final, homecoming, rain

Traces of rain in the courtyard
As we wait for the homecoming
A final visit of them all

Would there be sorrow in the call?
As we block memories that cling
Cold reality that’s so hard

The past is the past be on guard
It’s like having a black spring
Emitting a mournful squall

Like finger painting on the wall
Cramming things of what they can bring
And in life we might be scarred

We need atonement of the past
In every trial we must pass*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Trilonnet

For: Sunday Photo Fiction – December 10th 2017, Whirligig 141

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Starlight, my heart is on fire

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THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “For the Chipmunk in My Yard” by Robert Gibb: steps, afternoon, twigs, wild, heart, fires, living, starlight, three, curl, wanting, fastens

Starlight, my heart is on fire
Afternoon in the wild
Curled in bed to someone’s desire
One, two, three, I smiled
Fasten my seatbelt, I love this
On this quiet place, such a bliss
Fasten my seatbelt
Fasten my seatbelt
Kiss from my knight, I’m the princess

Starlight, my heart is on fire
Living like this, a dream
Wanting to have gem of sapphire
Eat strawberries and cream
Stepping stones to my dream world
Stepping stones
Stepping stones
With some twigs and rocks that I hurled

Starlight, my heart is on fire
And we walked, hand in hand
Place of beauty to be inspired
My wish is his command
Don’t let this end, every minute
Even when we’re hit by bullet
Don’t let this end
Don’t let this end
And the coming of the comet*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Trijan Refrain

For: Sunday Photo Fiction – December 3rd 2017, Whirligig 140

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Let us tell you what we wish for

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© J Hardy Carroll

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “To Catch a Fish” by Eloise Greenfield: wish, fish, hook, concentrate, appetite, tell, how, spot, works, whole, better, catch

Let us tell you what we wish for
Concentrate and listen
We want to be whole to the core
Better when we have won
Catch a fish in a hook that works
How to spot something like fireworks
Catch a fish
Catch a fish
Our appetites work like clockworks

Let us tell you what we wish for
Equality for all
Doesn’t matter what we all wore
Whether we’re short or tall
We’ve come a long way to be fair
Got to be treated just and square
We’ve come a long way
We’ve come a long way
We’ve done things and be anywhere

Let us tell you what we wish for
Swim in the sea, be free
Climb the mountain, walk in the moor
Ski and climb up a tree
Ride a horse, drive a racing car
Dance and sing and reach for a star
Ride a horse
Ride a horse
Be ourselves and stay as we are*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Trijan Refrain

For: Sunday Photo Fiction – October 29th 2017, Whirligig 135

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I was blind to know the real you

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I was blind to know the real you
Dream in the middle of the road
And it was such a drizzling day
I didn’t see what was coming

Two of us in sticky state
I was blind to know the real you
Thought you were my king, I was wrong
A bus was coming from the hill

Still don’t know why you’ve done it
All the while happy in the mill
I was blind to know the real you
Until the bus nearly hit me

Shock was real, glad to be alive
I knew there’s still a second chance
Learn my lesson, time to move on
I was blind to know the real you*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Quatern

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For: Sunday Photo Fiction – October 22nd 2017, Wordle 322 Oct 22 by brenda warren

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The air is fresh, time for harvest – Sunday Photo Fiction – September 24th 2017

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The air is fresh, cool breeze, dark time
Trees and monkey bars, children climb
Wind whispers as crispy leaves fall
Time for tea, as their mothers call
Just got back from our holiday, feeling refresh
Summer’s over, children playing, the air is fresh

Time for harvest, grapes and apples
Make some wine and apple crumbles
As crunchy copper leaves fall off
We’re cooking beef stroganoff
Harvest thanksgiving festival, it is a must
Grateful for pumpkins and produce, time for harvest*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* The Wrapped Refrain, created by Jan Turner, consists of 2 or more stanzas of 6 lines each; Meter: 8,8,8,8,12,12 and Rhyme Scheme: a,a,b,b,c,c.

Refrain rule: In each stanza the first 4 syllables (or 4 single-syllable words) in the first line must be the last 4 syllables (or 4 single-syllable words) at the end of the last line. This is what wraps each stanza with a repeated refrain …thus, the Wrapped Refrain.

Optional: The first stanza refrain and last stanza refrain can be joined (or loosely joined) together for the title of the poem.

For: Sunday Photo Fiction – September 24th 2017

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