Life is a mix of light and dark,
Cloudy days and long hot Summers
Bright sunshine and gentle breezes
Chilly nights and eternal Winters
Stinging winds and crisp clear skies.
People sing in exaltation,
Hearts swell with joy and pride
And sink with sorrow and sadness,
Pulled together by unseen Spirit
Peppered by life’s ups and downs.
Sun, Moon, Stars, Earth
Time, Place, Here, Now
All is one and one is all
In the alchemy of life’s tapestry
Earth fires the imagination,
From a wave of rainfall
To the silence of a beam of sunlight
Imagination finds the words.
Years can pass in minutes
Writing, sculpting, creating.
Interpretations drape like silky garments
Bowing to their environment,
Three definitions of many
To describe the art of inspiration
Winds rasp as they build up pace
Rattling through passage, any open space
Rattling chains and swirling sticks
Rattling nerves and primitive instincts
Rubbing up and down this way or t’other
Pranking letterboxes, moving covers
Rain soaks legs that planned for better
Coats and brollies make them wetter
All bar none escape the caper
‘Part from those who stay in ‘til later!
‘Though born to mock with smug grin
And no hope to get truth through corrupt skull
Note calls of “Fire!” (liar)
Spikes of honour catch the eye within the memo
Delete? Too early to say
It’s a bit of a mish-mash, today’s post.
Debbie’s word for One Word Sunday over on Travel With Intent is ‘Skull’ and I know for a fact that I don’t own any photos of skulls, real or otherwise, and I can’t see any reason of me stumbling across one for a photo opportunity anytime soon. So, I had a photo lined up of Prickles, a tiny tiny dragonfly I once knew, for Becky’s #SpikySquare March challenge, over on The Life of B. Aha! I thought, as I squinted, and focussed on the space behind my computer screen whilst looking at Prickles’ head; I can almost see a skull there.
The link was made. I very often go out on a limb with these photo challenges… today I’m going out on a head.
I then included the words ‘Skull’ and ‘Spike’ into Brenda’s list, from The Sunday Whirl, and came up with the five lines above. I’m sure they’ll make sense in the Universe somewhere. Limbs, spiky legs and wings, and heads are all very useful at times.
Please visit the above links for other interpretations.
The hints are there, the challenge tough
The signals indicate the trials ahead
Sitting poised and ready
Expel the shyness that inhibits
Open the file, it may be a long night
Ignore the chill, swipe away the darkness
Mine the thoughts and type