Showing posts with label prose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prose. Show all posts

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Inspiration and Prose

 is forged from 
the shards of the past,
 from the abandonment of the past."
Craig D. Lounsbrough
Using the material one has to work with and rearranging the design,
art is born!
Peggy Jo Farr

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Hidden Stream

I have found the hidden stream on the eastern side of the mountain. 
Running with pure glacier water, it quenches the thirst of both man and beast.

Taking a sip of the clear water, finding refreshment at last on the journey.
 Resting in the knowledge that this adventure is nearly over. 

I will walk beside the stream until I am home.
Inspired by Jeremiah 17: 7 & 8 

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

In Search of Time and Space

Oh, where?
Does the time go?
I never seem to have enough time to read, write, or create these days.
I am searching for time.
Oh, where?
Is there a space or place for me to read, to write, or create?
I am searching for a space.
Oh, where?

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Use a phrase challenge...nautical phrase..."beam ends."

Copyright free photograph.

No one running a well-tuned sailing ship wants to land on beam-ends.  Storms come out of nowhere and you wonder who disturbed Neptune.  Surely, it was not like this small vessel.  She knows her limits and stays well within her bounds. There are larger ships on the sea and they may be challenging one another.  She moves out of the line of fire to retire a while and repair the damage caused her by those who do not care about her.  They care only for their own agendas.  In dry dock for quite some time and wondering who really is in charge of the weather.  Mother Nature is not so cruel.  It sounds like men at war.  I do not want my small vessel to land on beam-ends.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010