Photo by Dan Felstead
Wood and Pixels Narratives - http://www.woodandpixels.blogspot.com/
ETSY Shop: Wood andPixels - http://www.woodandpixels.etsy.com/
~
Suggested Prompt...
~
Wood and Pixels Narratives - http://www.woodandpixels.blogspot.com/
ETSY Shop: Wood andPixels - http://www.woodandpixels.etsy.com/
~
Suggested Prompt...
~
Write poetically using this image.
_________________
Go outside. Stand still. Be quiet.
Can you feel them?
The wishes, and dreams, and prayers
Wafting in the air around you
Gently lifted on the wings of wind.
Can you hear them?
The cares, the worries, and concerns
Fretting through the branches of trees
Trying to find a way.
Can you see them?
The tears of sadness
Passing you on the street
Dropping like rain.
Can you sense them?
The smiles of the heart
That passes from one to another
Illuminated like the sun.
Can you imagine them?
Thoughts swirling loosely past
In you, through you, and around you
Filling the air with life.
shabby girl
Some beautiful writing today. Well done everyone! ~ Laura Jayne
One week after the photo or picture is posted I will pick one offering to put beneath the image. This is a way of celebrating exceptional creativity. Any and all posts are available for your creative mind to make an offering at any time (even ones where a writing has been placed on the front page like this one). If you are new here and want to offer to every image here, feel free. We are writers, WRITE! If this is your exceptional writing posted here on the Front Page Pictures, Poetry & Prose invites you to include the Exceptional Writing Award Button on your blog. Visit the Exceptional Writing Award post for the details and the button to download.
12 comments:
You have tested me often.
There are times I've wanted to give up.
Too many times I've asked myself Why?
I've asked You the same question.
I've never questioned why You don't answer.
I'm sure You have.
I just can't hear You.
Or perhaps I'm not listening.
I was told as a child
You would always be there.
I still believe that.
And I've noticed something ...
When the weight is too heavy,
It is lightened.
When I lose my way,
You send a light.
I may not hear You,
But I see the light.
I will follow it,
And give thanks.
Crazy Mo...you have done something I have no talent to do...write a beautiful poem and also a prayer. Very nice.
The votive candles were in the old Notre Dame Cathedral in Montreal. It was a classic cathedral and the candles were like a beacon of hope to anyone who entered. You expressed it beautifully.
Dan
HOLY GLOW OF PRAYERS
Sadness seeps into all the walls
Settling into creaks and crevices
Only to be freshly illuminated
By the holy glow of prayers
What wonder awaits us after death
Will we cease to exist
Or will heaven greet with open arms
To cuddle us close and deep
Sitting in the atmosphere
Of prophets young and old
Do you hear my whispered prayers
As the candles begin to glow
@Dan: Thanks, but you're wrong, my friend. You write beautifully ... the narratives on your blog wonderfully complement the beautiful pictures you capture.
Don't shake your head. I know you are. Just take the compliment.
Mo.
I'm shaking my head!
There is a smell to them, the prayers
glass warmed above the
temperature in a cold
church
Wax pools fueling each
flame that was lit with a
trembling hand as they offered
prayer
Come closer here to them
and hold out your hand
hover it just above the
flame
Breath deep in that moment
and realize that you are
a piece of the
universe
As you offer up your own desperate prayer
it doesn't matter what words you
whisper, chant, sing
out loud
Is it these acts of faith that
bind us to the world, that keep
us a part of the whole, that are our
souls
Each soul shines bright, like a candle
Some brighter than others
But we can all share the light
Each soul gives off heat, like a candle
Some warmer than others
But we can all share in the warmth
Standing together
We share our light with each other
We shine the brightest in prayer
Come closer to
Those empty souls
The ones whose light grows faint
Strengthen them and bring them home
To share in the bright
Shimmering prayers
Go outside. Stand still. Be quiet.
Can you feel them?
The wishes, and dreams, and prayers
Wafting in the air around you
Gently lifted on the wings of wind.
Can you hear them?
The cares, the worries, and concerns
Fretting through the branches of trees
Trying to find a way.
Can you see them?
The tears of sadness
Passing you on the street
Dropping like rain.
Can you sense them?
The smiles of the heart
That passes from one to another
Illuminated like the sun.
Can you imagine them?
Thoughts swirling loosely past
In you, through you, and around you
Filling the air with life.
OH - my words...have no place here right now. For I am swept away with shabby girls thoughts.
I feel them!
I thought the same thing, Simply Heather. Shabby Girl's poem is beautiful.
YAY - LISA!!! I loved this ♥
Oh, thank you!
Post a Comment