With Sadness...

Hello, this is Sue's granddaughter Breanna. It is with much sadness that I write the final post for her blog. Sue passed away on June 6, at home and surrounded by family. She was a fighter who left this world on her own terms.

In her final hours she asked me to let her readers/fans/friends/followers know that "it was fun!!".

She spoke often of her blogging community and the friendships that were formed here over the years. I hope you all know how much you meant to her.

~Breanna

Wordling for Sunday Whirl #108

Thanks, Brenda, for the Wordle prompt!

far above the mouth,

binding space to cave,

the sun chants a crooked vow

drones a darkened mantra

~ permits a broken promise

to bind to everyman's fist 

circling to its making

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Green for Woven Dreams #14

Thanks, Geraldine, for today's prompt!

green thoughts

sudden surge

new sprouts get short shrift

weeds win out

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Wordling for Sunday Whirl #107

Thanks, Brenda, for the Wordle!

too thunderous to count

messages spit across

the soupy sky

a thousand red charms

pulse from front to back

and round about again

like the sheen of time

dresses each crazed dish

the mystic signs for calm

but all eyes are on the

thunderous messages

spit across the soupy sky

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Acceptance for Woven Dreams #13

Thank you, Geraldine, for the prompt!

unchosen

serendipity

finely formed

A fractal

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Senryu for Magpie Tales #167

Thanks to Tess Kincaid for the visual prompt!

 Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge, 1892 by Mary Cassatt

high stepper

stalks the flight of moon

glass ceiling

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Senryu for Magpie Tales #166

Thanks to Tess Kincaid for the image prompt!

illustration by Helen Ward

crowns and suits

cooks' club après fête

where's waldo?

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Trust for Woven Dreams #12

Thanks, Geraldine, for this prompt!

banking on

a four leaf clover

lucky find

 a computer sketch

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Sunny Days For Woven Dreams #11

Thanks, Geraldine, for the prompt meme!

green risings

sun salutation

spring poses

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Siren for Magpie Tales #163

Thanks to Tess Kincaid for the image prompt.

Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas

ermine clouds

the final siren

disclosure

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Alive for Woven Dreams #9

Thanks, Geraldine, for this prompt meme!

vibrant tones

painterly palette

spring is home

 

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Senryu for Magpie Tales #162

Thanks to Tess Kincaid for the following visual prompt.

Between Heaven and Hell, 1989 by Jacek Yerka

tubs and tools

where art thou, Julia

rising storm

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Poem for Sunday Whirl #102

Thanks, Brenda, for another fine Wordle prompt!

a humpback moon flows

over powdered peaks

unlocking shadows

from ancient pitted stones

fragile petals cling

to a staff of cane

lost souls call out

love is written but not read

and while she walks alone

the humpback moon

draws night from stone

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Remember for Woven Dreams #8

Thanks, Geraldine, for the prompt!

Last year

Easter snow

forsythia blooms

...scrambled eggs

 A fractal with a small blossom embedded.

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Janus for Magpie Tales #161

Thanks to Tess Kincaid for the image prompt!

Not to be Reproduced, 1937 by the Belgian surrealist René Magritte

losing face

narcissistic fool

janus twist

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Buds for Woven Dreams #7

Thanks, Geraldine, for the Woven Dreams Prompt!

transforming  

medley of randoms

tiny starts

A fractal.

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Sketchy for Magpie Tales #160

Thanks to Tess Kincaid for the image prompt...

Faun, Horse, and Bird, 1936
Pablo Picasso 

 

yoga chick 

blue spun overcast 

trojan horse

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Training for Sunday Whirl #100

Thanks, Brenda, for the Wordle prompt!

the master die

lays straight the track

calls the train

to stretch from way back

a march to place

urging wordful hope

bound to dreams and

faint marks of change

thunders down the rail

to create  

one full share of days

for every street

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Music for Woven Dreams #6

Thanks, Geraldine, for the prompt!

mystic strands

a little scat,

baby blues

one long trill

jazz tunes my soul

by a warm thrum

of rhyming fingers

when happiness

is a little jazz,

a little scat,

and one long trill

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Keenings for Sunday Whirl #99

Thanks, Brenda, for the Wordle Prompt:

across the meadow far and away

the body

who sings those fearsome tunes

on no moon nights

echoes no love, sings no sweetness

nothing intimate, no last spree, 

where window parts of dark

ancient stars in free fall

shoot through fleshless paint

  

keening reserves the use to shock

outsiders who dare come hear and shiver

across the meadow far and away

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