NURSERY

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Photo J Hardy Carroll

 

NURSERY by Susan Mehr

Nursery, it’s what it is, my safe place. No matter how long I’ll spend peering through those windows, I can never imagine what it’s like to stand outside alone.
I dream of a free-spirited life, to wander the furthest horizons, unrestrained from the shackles of this dome. To be blanketed by the natural warmth of the sun’s rays, instead of a diminished gleam diffused through glass triangles.
‘Courage,’ they said. ‘Courage is what one needs to survive outside the nursery.’
“No,” I say, “Courage is what one needs to take the first step. After that, what inspires, is your destiny.”

 

 

Friday’s Fictioneers

17 January 2020

 

 

Hullabaloo

 

Hullabaloo

by Susan Mehr

Name That Vase – December

Name That Vase – December Edition

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You’re red, but you’re blue.
I can’t think, have so much to do.
Wrapping presents, decorating the tree,
Finish the cooking, like a busy bee.
The countdown starts, Santa’s on the way.
Arranging milk and cookies on his special tray.
Somethings amiss, need to impress old Nick
Let me think, a centerpiece, but not the candlestick.
Yes. I know the vase will do,
With festive colors red and blue,
But this pottery vase is more than a mere raku.
You’re an angel in disguise, your name is ‘Hullabaloo’.

 

New Generation

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New Generation by Susan Mehr

 

Hawks eyes they observe

of achievements yet to come

undecided still

 

each morning and night

meticulous every day

they give of thy self

 

A simple smile

or an approval welcomes

do I make them proud?

RED

 

 

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Red – by Susan Mehr

 

Stop. Oh no! What’s wrong.

Warning. Danger ahead.

 

Look left, look right

hope it doesn’t bite

everything’s alright

or waiting to give a fright

The sky ignites, no…

It’s just twilight

setting in delight.

Scintillating Saturday Share #11

Chrysalid’s haven.
Fluttering wings dance.
Innocence reborn.

A Cornered Gurl

Every Saturday, I will share a photo that touches my heart, makes me happy, or lifts my spirits in some way. The purpose? To send love, light, peace, and kindness out into the ether. Scintillating Saturdays: one definition of the word scintillating is as follows: witty; brilliantly clever.”

Can we do that here, beautiful people, spark something brilliantly clever that touches others every Saturday? Please share this to all of your social media outlets. We can do what we can by spreading a little love, can’t we?

Roses in the Garden at Montgeron|Claude Monet – circa 1876

Using up to 7 words, tell me what this photo sparks in you. Here’s mine:


forest of
enchantment
magic’s in
t h e  r o s e s.


Now, it’s your turn. This’ll be our“Scintillating Saturday Share #11.You can respond to this post, reblog and respond…

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SEEDLINGS

 

SEEDLINGS  by Susan Mehr

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Melding of colours
illuminates horizon,
I peer at with awe.

Racing rays of light,
cracking through the darken sky,
moon and stars no more.

A little tickle,
stimulating existence,
Awakens the soul.

Not the first to bloom.
Uncertain, what do I do?
Finding strength alone.

Hope inspires dreams,
to finally awaken,
never forsaken.

So impossible,
I’ll always fight for one’s dreams,
then stretch out my wings.

Breeze tempts I let go.
Trust in the Almighty’s hand
venture on my own.

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Seeds swirl in the breeze.
Tossed with leaves to unknown lands
to find a new home

Fertile soil waits,
soften with drizzles of rain,
seedlings nursery

Now I lay to sleep,
fingers emerge setting roots
living life I should.

Sprouting baby leaves,
a beautiful natures green,
Sun touches with warmth.

I reach, touch the sky
grow healthier than before.
Humble I stand tall.

In the mists, I dwell.
Shrubs of all kind carpets earth
Sunlit paradise.

Winds scurry around
and dance like never before.
Waves ripple with force.

Blossoming flowers.
A bud is about to form.
My sepals cradles.

First sepals open.
Seeds with fairy wings emerge.
Like fluffy white fur.

How happy I am,
to see the sun on their face.
It’s the little things.

Winds tickle my babes,
to awaken, but this time,
I farewell with love.

Far off lands, they fly.
Beginning life’s adventures.
Confidence overflows.

Colours keep melding.
Horizon illuminates,
still my breath it takes.

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