At day’s end when golden rays slide silently into shadow
running through the shorter colours of the rainbow while sun’s bright disk is swallowed by dark waves I wonder, what did I achieve today?
Unlike dawn with her sacred dazzling promise
of a brand new day and a fresh clean start another tiny chapter of life has closed one more page has turned, waves washing over sand, erasing.
I sit on the sun-worn steps
gazing out at the ocean her timeless waves her heart beating and wonder what might tomorrow bring?
Image credit: Kenrick Mills @Unsplash
Written in response to Sadje ‘s What do You See #99 photo prompt.
The image sho w s a view of the setting sun over a body of water. In the foreground, you can see wooden steps leading into the water. Grey clouds are drifting in the sky.
It was love
at first sight blood rushed to my head I sidled up she looked away modest, not brazen I ’specially liked that about her. I teased her just a little strutting so street-wise then cooing sweet nothings offering tiny titbits ’til one day she accepted.
forever she is the love of my life.*
Image credit: Jonah Pettrich @ Unsplash
Written in response to Sadje ‘s What do You See #98 photo prompt.
The image sho w s a pair of lovebirds sitting together and cuddling with each other.
*Love Birds are native to Africa and they do mate for life!
The wheel spins
which one will win? how much has each invested? This week’s wage a watch, a car? Too much, for sure don’t doubt it. The stakes are high their dreams are huge the risk of loss is greater. Don’t bet your life on the draw of a card for only the house always wins.
Image credit: B P Miller @Unsplash
Written in response to Sadje ‘s What do You See #97 photo prompt.
The image sho w s three men, one covering his eyes, the other covering his ears and the last one covering his mouth with their hands.
Come with me, my sistershare your joys put your hand in mine share your sorrows ’til tears and laughter coat our cheeks.
Come with me, my sisters
together we are strong unite in hope unite in courage join hands together across the world.
Image credit: Gemma Chua–Tran @Unsplash
Written in response to Sadje ‘s What do You See #96 photo prompt.
The image sho w s four women standing together and laughing. They all are from different ethnicities.
He’s sailed around the seven seas
with plumed hat, sword and swagger he’s crossed the oceans, plumbed the depths in search of golden treasure.
Hail me hearties, brave and true
he stands with dagger raised as maidens swoon and young men cheer he doffs his hat to all.
Now stranded on a distant shore
on an island far away the last man of his crew alive he scans the seas each day.
But finally, a ship appears
the Captain’s surely saved with heaps of gold and strings of pearls there’s much he has to offer.
Once more he sails across the seas
with plumed hat, sword and dagger and rues the day he set a course for Blackbeard’s Isle of Treasure.
Image credit: Tumisu @ Pixabay
Written in response to Sadje ‘s What do You See #95 photo prompt.
The image sho w s a pirate with treasure chest on one open page of a book and a ship on the other. Random alphabets are scattered in the space in between. .
throat burning lungs pounding linging on. c
m uth screaming o chest thumping hanging on.
heads shaking surprised she sur ived v the endless night.
ngers clawing i rasping, gasping body stiffens… her ragon roars d no more.
Image credit: Sean Thomas @ Unspla sh
Written in response to Sadje ‘s What do You See #94 photo prompt.
The image sho w s shows a huge stone dragon on top of a building.
Come, join hands
let’s walk together our hushed feet will fall softly on verdant ground pause by the sapphire stream listen to lush sounds murmuring water rustling leaves bird song, insects whirring breathe in, breathe deeply scents of the earth fragrance of flowers close your eyes breathe in, breathe out taste the emerald air feel the dappled golden sun warming your face here, safe, embraced enfolded by nature let us share our stories in our woodland bower.
Image credit: Shane Rounce @ Unsplash
Written in response to Sadje ‘s What do You See #93 photo prompt.
The image sho w s shows a tree trunk. We can see hands placed next to each other along the length of the tree trunk. The hands belong to people of different race, age, and gender.
far from the cares
of everyday life away from the sorrows away from the strife sitting together on a distant shore watching the tide washing in washing out as the sun descends and the stars appear breathing in breathing out being mindful just being
Image credit: Yulia Matvienko
A quadrille, written in response to Sadje ‘s What do You See #92 photo prompt.
The image sho w s two lego mini-figures sitting on pavement. Batman has an ice cone and Superman has an ice lolly!
was it planned? Malice aforethought not sleight of hand. People gather on the streets a bottle’s thrown petrol flares… Shelves are cleared bags are stuffed snatch a shopping cart fill it to the brim seize a hi-fi grapple with a fridge snatch another shopping cart come back for more! Grab your phone tell your friends the shelves aren’t empty yet and not a cop in sight… We might pick up the pieces we might mend fences but it’s going to be a long road back.
Written in response to Sadje ‘s What do You See #91 photo prompt.
The image sho w s a bust of a man. A dark thick liquid is being poured on it.
Important note: this poem was written from the photo prompt. The fact that it shows a dark liquid being poured on a white figure should not be taken as a representation of the violence that has occurred here in South Africa. The victims of the violence are primarily Black African-owned small businesses whose shops have been destroyed in shopping centres and malls, and the staff who work in the big retail outlets there.
brazen beauty strutting on the stage
taunting, teasing, technicolour dreams reaching for the bright lights looking for the wrong types see me, touch me, feel me take me, make me yours
drenched in glitz and glamour
splayed legs go on forever shiny skin, huge black eyes lips that shine and pout beat thumping, heart racing she can never give enough
every night another bed white lines, liquid gold rolling in the sultry dark waking, shaking dress torn and lipstick smeared
it happened once too often
star winked out peel her from your wall fold her up and put her in your pocket.
Written in response to Sadje ‘s What do You See #90 photo prompt.
Image credit: Sean Robertson @Unsplash The image sho w s a painting of a woman on a wall. There are words scribbled on the sides of the wall art and people have drawn on the face too.