Oceans away from me in India, doctors mark the dead, the funeral pyres burn ceaselessly. Just yesterday I heard India has become the first country to exceed 400,000 coronavirus infections in a 24-hour period. More than 3,500 deaths were also recorded during the same period.
Wayward my fluttering thoughts fly across the seas
Distracted with worry for friends and family;
Yet borne on anxious wings my prayers fly straight to Thee,
O God, pleading Thy compassionate mercy.
For Cee's FOTD challenge; Eugi's Weekly Prompt ("flutter") for April 29, 2021; Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt, "Wayward," word count exactly 77 words.
I’ve dotted my ‘i’s and crossed my ‘t’s restless for a spot of afternoon tea in my garden retreat
Disclaimer: This photo’s from my neighbor’s garden. So many of my neighbors are dedicated gardeners and it’s a pleasure to admire their lovely gardens on my walks. I have no garden, but a lovely balcony.It’s good for a spot of tea too!
For Cee’s Flower of the Day challenge: “Don’t forget that my FOTD challenge accepts leaves and berries as well as flowers.“ And Sammi’s 19-words-only challenge using “restless.”
raindrops in millions falling on petals in thirsty gardens collecting in puddles for children to play in drenching the sidewalks and a lone walker without umbrella dancing and singing a tune so uncanny it chases a rainbow through clouds
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: 39 words using “uncanny”
A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments at Sammi’s #WWP.
I am one of those who stands amazed at how good we Americans are at hating each other. (An article I read in Tablet Magazine sums it up pretty well.) We aren’t completely broken as a nation, but we’re getting there — and fast, thanks to the usual suspects who stand to profit from our wounds.
Doomed with seeds of death Larvae in the heart of the nation Infecting as we feed Tenacious in our sanctimony Pauciloquent in offering peace Grandiloquent in stirring discord Blind worms blindly devouring Hope, love, understanding, Inflicting pain in a fractured society Never as fervent for another’s dignity As for ourselves, trampling harmony Freedom to disagree without fear Never overcoming what we are Broken by prideful venom At the core of every human heart.
“Avoid going entirely tree-blind,” writes the author of the article above. “Make a friend and don’t talk politics with them. Do things that generate love and attention from three people you actually know instead of hundreds you don’t.”
It’s the weekend, right? Let’s relax and party, maybe do a little rap for Michelle’s #JanuaryWritingPrompts (“space juice”), Sammi’s #WWP (100 words, “crucible”), and Linda’s #JusJoJan & #SOC (“limitless”). Hope you enjoy it! ❤️
A daughter born on the wrong side of the blanket given to a Count in marriage a political alliance for my father who gave my daughters away as hostages and another king’s son held as bond in my hands: my hands! O servants of the air! Promptly did I have his eyes put out. As promptly did Henry allow my daughters’ eyes blinded, their noses cut off as revenge – Do you wonder? So power-hungry progenitors bequeath the sacrifice of the innocent to this day.
Henry I was king of England from c. 1100– 1 December 1135. Historian Charles Spencer describes this brutally cruel event in his book The White Ship