
The Week #25 prompt for 2011 is “VISION OF THE FUTURE”.
This is the week we all sail off to new adventures, and the last week that Writer’s Island will be open and offering writing prompts — at least in the foreseeable future.
The island has been offering prompts since 2007.
From Rob Kistner: Pardon my sentimentalism, but I have included a piece of art I created quite a number of years ago for my daughter, whose 39th birthday is next week. It was inspired by a photo taken of her and I in 1979, when she was 7.
It is entitled: “A Father’s Love” which is filled with dreams of the future.
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Poetry Pantry #56
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Snippets of wildflowers
Precious life in barren earth
We see your beauty
Now
For too long
We lost the real colours of living
Robots
Warped and charged with electric threads
For too long
We lived
A screened life
And now
Fresh worlds are the feasts of kings and queens
Kings and queens of our own lives
Content to welcome sunlight
And cast shadows with our children
Hosted by Rob Kistner
LOCATION: in the Sea of Words
LONGITUDE: Imagination
LATITUDE: Creativity
CLIMATE: Warm winds of wonder
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I measure out my life with haiku. My camera films my soul. ~ Gemma Wiseman
AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
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Remember...
Pic by Gemma Wiseman edited in Picnik ~ Musician playing outside the Dromana Hub shopping centre late on a Friday afternoon in November 2010.
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Writer's Island prompt #6 for 2011 ~ Beguile
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{{{Just a thin stranger
Playing his soul through music
Charming diversion
In a late moment
Lost smiling dancing rhythms
Remembered to pulse}}}
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(Haikus written for my earlier post ~ Friday Revival)
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I wish I'd said hello
Today
A shimmering
Pale Sunday afternoon
You were walking the winding path
By the sea
Alone
Your slimness
(Almost frail
But immaculate as always)
Failed to cast much of a shadow
You seemed lost
In your world of loneness
I wish I'd said hello
But all I could feel was
The dialogue of
Your music
Your whispering spirit
As it was
On another
Pale afternoon
The beguile of that yesterday
Shone
Like an aura
A harmony of spheres
So somehow
Words
Now
Seemed
Misplaced
Like discord
Still
I wish
The ice of
Awkward shyness
Melted and...
I wish I'd said hello
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Hosted by Rob Kistner
LOCATION: in the Sea of Words
LONGITUDE: Imagination
LATITUDE: Creativity
CLIMATE: Warm winds of wonder
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Abundance in Celestial Destiny
Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A roadway to Martha Cove with Arthurs Seat mountain in the distance, Mornington Peninsula
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Haiku Heights #25 ~ Celestial
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Writer's Island #2 for 2011 ~ Destiny
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One Single Impression #150 ~ Abundance
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Belief in new life
Celestial destiny
Joy in abundance
Belief in new hope
Celestial abundance
Inner destiny
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Hosted by Andrée and SandyCarlson
Hosted by Rob Kistner
LOCATION: in the Sea of Words
LONGITUDE: Imagination
LATITUDE: Creativity
CLIMATE: Warm winds of wonder
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A place of beauty in the Western Tiers
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View near Blackwood Park Cottages, Mole Creek
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Archive of Blog Quotes
- A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
- Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
- Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
- The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
- Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
- Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman
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