Image source: Huffington Post. For the Day 11 prompt. --- Time tinges the Future with death and demise Certain end. Each day is A war won by birthing the Self anew. The claws of Time etch themselves in our skin Separating Desire from Response,bending will to reality. The world ends Not with a bang but with a Whimper*. – \* T.S Elliot, The Hollow Men.
Photo by Josh Applegate on Unsplash, for the Day 8 prompt, revisited. --- Sanctify my body as I pray; with clasped hands, bowed head, kneeling here, before this altar of remembering. I come for the broken bread, blessed, become shredded body. And wine in urn, become blood, spilt forty times but one. Sin seethes beneath the surface of this body, this flesh from earth descended, unravelling like a thread roughly yanked from frayed yarn. ...
Image from Great Inspire, for the Day 5 prompt, only partially fulfilled. --- Come let us dance our discordant thoughts to calmness, joined by the rhythm of our joyful hearts, and a song welling up from deep within. Like a bird loosed from the tenuous grasp of gravity’s hold, let us float away. With the spring of defiant Freedom in our steps.
For the Day 4 Prompt, a challenge to describe an abstraction with concrete nouns. Photo by Steve Halama on Unsplash --- What it is is something smouldering A tiny reed, slowly taking flame That perchance with time might Burst into a raging flame What it is is a call and response A place remembered and returned to In a season of despair In its light one sees the self in all its glory warts and all, and learns the painful truth that one is human too
A throwback of sorts to Lagos in 2015 and catching up with D at Hans & Rene. For the prompt, Sweet.
St Alban’s Cathedral, December 2016…. For the Word Press photo prompt, Beloved, for which there can really only be one response.
Silence, Solitude and some beach-side scholasticism \\\* For the prompt, Silence.
– Aberdeen’s City Centre is a panoply of old, weathered buildings, seasoned – as Yusef Komunyakaa so eloquently puts it in his poem, Ode To The Drum – by wind, dusk and sunlight. To that trio of elements, one would have to add snow and rain, given they are hardly ever in short supply in this corner of the world. Before oil – and some would add, the EU – there was fishing and an entire industry of fish processing in and around the harbour area. These days, gleaming buildings - and car parks - share the skyline, a curious juxtaposition of old and new, brick and glass and perhaps the reinvention of a city.
The wee hours of the day and the first dusting of proper snow of the year here. For the Wordpress photo challenge, serene.
The view that meets my eye on day 1 of 10 in Paphos, Cyprus. Truly looking forward to chilling and bonding with S, and catching my breath after what has been two weeks lived on the very edge of sanity (A Nigerian Wedding will do that to you). --- For the Wordpress photo challenge, Peek.