We know what happened yesterday
we know our present stint
but what shall come tomorrow, we
have not an ounce of glint
Perhaps that’s for the better, thus
we live life as bestowed
no worry of what if’s and how’s
just watch as it unfolds.
For isn’t it a grander scheme
eyes upward toward the glow
to cast anxieties aside
and let the worries go?
Weekly Photo Challenge: Glow
On a scale from from one to ten
where do you fit in?
On a scale from high to low
which direction do you go?
On a scale from left to right
undisturbed or too uptight?
On a scale from A to G
what matters is the harmony
Whatever range in which we fall
Quite the keyboard are we all!
Weekly photo challenge: SCALE
Look left, and maybe you’ll find …
… the best kind of pedestrian – protective and kind
If you can’t find the window into discovering your true self, make one!
Then maybe you will find your inner child.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Windows
When you have to search beneath the layers to find a good story idea …
Art by CD-W
Weekly photo prompt: Layered
Weekly Photo Prompt: Waiting to park. Image taken from the car’s rear-view camera.
Strong hands once built a structure
in 1889
Ancestors who worked endlessly
in an old, unsettled time.
And now, tis I who benefits
a creation made of stone
this house, a loving bounty
and a place I call “my own”.
Author’s note: The “homestead” was built by my great-great grandparents after they immigrated from Germany in the 1840’s. This house is shared with the appreciating many.
On the first day of vacation, I rented this beaut. Her gears were limited but her determination was great.
Her basket remained empty, the backpack strapped to my body. Together, “Townie” and I headed up.
I stopped a few times to dismount and push Townie upward.
Sometimes, I would stop to take pictures (like this one) …
to remind me how far I had traveled away from town.
Once, I stopped to take a flower-selfie:
I continued my climb.
When I reached my goal, there was nothing left to do but zip down, view the geese in the wetlands …
and park my bike at the Corner in front of the rental store.
It was time to say goodbye to the basket with the invisible Toto, and to the bike itself.
With three clicks of my heels, the week had passed. Home was waiting.
Weekly photo prompt: Corner
She might be old
The sheet music holder broken
A couple of keys out of whack
Her tone a bit askew
But these aging fingers remember the feel of her shiny keys
From when my hands were small
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 