Thursday, June 26, 2025

1383 - Renewal

 

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The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  
 

This week's words are:


sitting free space go roots body stream breathe listen seeds peace vision




Renewal


He sits quietly, alone,

At peace, a separate peace.

He breathes, listens, reflects,

Pondering how somebody

Who loved him so deeply

Could just be…gone.

Like people, plants die too.

So runs the cycle of life—

When the gardener plants seeds

He has a vision, a dream,

A return for his efforts.

Whatever seed he plants

It will need space,

Room for shoots, for roots

To take hold and grow.

Love is like a seed too.

The same rules apply—

Rule one is basic:

You get back what you plant.

Plant beans and you get beans.

Plant love and you get love.

So be careful what you sow.

Rule two is oft forgotten:

You get back more than you plant.

Why else would you sow?

And so life goes on for him—

In the field and stream

Of fleeting and precious time.

Not free of fears but with courage,

As all gardeners must—

Planting and replanting love, 

With hope.


Friday, June 13, 2025

1382 - The Letter with No Date

 

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Elephant's Child presents words for us to use some or all in a creative writing piece.  

This week's words are bloody tricky!

Tennis, Turkish, Delight, Melon, Brook, Officers, Steps, Conclusion, Earliest, Pan, Asparagus, Yellow.



The Letter with No Date


It spoke of asparagus.

What was that all about?

And melons, eaten in the sun?

The vague mention of feathers,

Ruffled during a tennis game.

The crossed-out word: Turkish.

Delight?  Coffee?  Baths?

Seems out of context.


Handwritten. It had no date. 

A woman’s writing, neat.

The paper brittle and yellow.

The ink faded and barely legible.

It had been carefully folded

And put at the back of the book.

That book.  The one with the ribbon.

The sort given to officers

Receiving their commission.


It spoke of love, of separation,

It spoke of flowers and candles,

Of brooks and ferny glens.

It spoke of Pan and his flute.

It spoke of desire to reunite.

It spoke of the steps to take,

Places to go, even when to go—

The earliest opportunity, it said.

It sought a conclusion.

I wonder…






Monday, June 09, 2025

1381 - The Almanac Keeper

 

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Elephant's Child presents 5-10 words for us to use some or all in a creative writing piece.  

This week's words are:

Almanac, Vegetables, Smoke, Rocky, Pursuit, Tide, Data, Pearly, Block, Hedge, Yellow



The Almanac Keeper


It lives in his back pocket.

Battered, crumpled, well-thumbed.

Its pages guide his life.

The tides come and go

As the pages predict.

The moon and stars follow

The stated arcs of time

As foretold in the yellowing pages—

The data of his life, of his being.


He scribbles in pencil—

Margin notes that embellish

The records of the relentless 

Movement of seasons, of time—

When to plant vegetables,

When to prune hedges,

Small bon mots to ease 

The approch to the pearly gates

But silent on the reason to use pearl.

Good advice on the smoking

Of a recently slaughtered pig,

On blocking out crops

For ideal rotation.

On the habits of wildlife.


Towards the back

A prayer of thanksgiving.


Thursday, June 05, 2025

1380 - The Labyrinth


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The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  
 

This week's words are:

Wordle 709

prowl, beast, claws, shift, mask, strands, twists, temple, wandered, underworld, map, thread




The Labyrinth


“The seeker is the sought.” 

— Rupert Spira


The path winds around

Not outward, spiralling in.

No need for Ariadne’s thread here

He’s not trying to get out.

Getting out is not the end,

Not the goal he’s searching for.


So, when his focus shifts

From the temple to the paths

That twist and turn, seemingly at whim.

It slowly dawns upon him—

The underworld is not below,

It is found to be within.

There is no map to guide him—

He is the map, it seems.

He had wandered, prowled

Around the edges of this maze

In the earlier days of his quest

But fearing the enclosed beast,

The Minotaur of fear and doubt,

That prowls the darkened corridors

That traverse across his mind.

The eyes of fear, the claws of doubt,

They pulled him from the edge.


Now, denying Ariadne,

The strands of silken threads

Lead him further in, not out,

And there, in the silence 

That was always there,

The mask finally falls away.

He is the temple.


 

Wednesday, May 28, 2025

1379 - The Garden

 

The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  
 

This week's words are:


remember, gown, ball, runway, floating, light, mound, crown, bare, chic, stars, spirit 



The Garden


"Flowers are restful to look at. 

They have neither emotions nor conflicts" 

- Sigmund Freud 


Hollyhocks grow here.

Spikes of flowers,

As if covered in ballgowns,

Reach for the light.


A geranium grows here too,

Heart-red and glorious,

Struck from a gifted cutting.


Poppies, delphiniums, 

Daisies and campanula, 

Asters and phlox—


Some plants are mounds of life.

Others, tall arches of joy.

Some are crowned with fuzz,

Some stand bare, to one side,

Waiting their turn.


Bees and butterflies go about,

Intent on their business,

Sometimes they float—

A little unsure,

As if enchanted,

Sometimes darting

Sure of their mission.

Finches flit back and forth,

The chic stars of the show.


It is a place for the heart

To soar, to revel, to remember.

A runway for spirit and memory,

To lift and rise, 

To love and be loved.

To cherish.