tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55565129550919367452024-03-18T21:23:48.947-07:00Pictures, Poetry & ProseImages, Ideas and Inspiration
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On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops.<br> Under the rocks are the words, <br>and some of the words are theirs.Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.comBlogger325125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-34744950007087877842009-10-10T07:29:00.000-07:002009-10-10T07:33:00.513-07:00With RegretI have unfortunately lost my job after 17 years and it has been a major trauma as I am sure you can imagine. I will need to focus my energies on making sure my family and our home are taken care of and to that end will not be posting here at PP&P for a time.<br /><br />I apologize to all the wonderful writers who have become my friends and who have shared so beautifully with the all the amazing photographs and art here. I do hope soon I will be in a position to refocus and resume this site and the joy that it has brought to my life.<br /><br />But for now, it is with regret, that I will not be posting.<br /><br />Laura JayneLaura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com56tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-1288824960995970292009-10-03T00:01:00.000-07:002009-10-03T07:35:55.026-07:00Direction<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhES3c73y_TZR5JFXaBPIAi4SOicOXfa5qqw5ZGIrdF8N0uQRV_vFePvBpiu7W9BGbBa0b0E9QXTYb4A4zzS5ooeB4ifw96nizmsh1qnLtpPE091QmG0ArZ3rmV9Bs1FVJpRUTcE_5jc68/s1600-h/direction.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388381350799773922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhES3c73y_TZR5JFXaBPIAi4SOicOXfa5qqw5ZGIrdF8N0uQRV_vFePvBpiu7W9BGbBa0b0E9QXTYb4A4zzS5ooeB4ifw96nizmsh1qnLtpPE091QmG0ArZ3rmV9Bs1FVJpRUTcE_5jc68/s400/direction.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Photo by Simply Heather</div><div align="center">Visit her Blog - <a href="http://simplyheathersblog.blogspot.com/">http://simplyheathersblog.blogspot.com/</a></div><div align="center">And her Photo Blog - <a href="http://simplyjoyfulphotos.blogspot.com/">http://simplyjoyfulphotos.blogspot.com/</a></div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><em>Suggested prompt...</em></div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><strong>Use this wonderful photograph to inspire your writing today.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>A poem about a direction, a story involving a weather vane, </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>a memory of traveling a certain direction...</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>just get creative with a direction</strong>.</div>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-83598728525456065452009-10-01T00:01:00.000-07:002009-10-01T00:01:02.864-07:00Rose<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH94LAUKNo-QjcKzj5VsmYAc5yazoaBUklt96Nm9OnNw1JQnv1GcYj-qCmwUDZKPNXwuFsVdDYU1BHK1nSDxCZpUjiccVhdnP-xbHslRFxKL-lJsApsCH7zJLpp9Bf1VrAmwXVq8h0sws/s1600-h/Early_Morning_Rose_by_BoardBreaker93.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387478442353771954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH94LAUKNo-QjcKzj5VsmYAc5yazoaBUklt96Nm9OnNw1JQnv1GcYj-qCmwUDZKPNXwuFsVdDYU1BHK1nSDxCZpUjiccVhdnP-xbHslRFxKL-lJsApsCH7zJLpp9Bf1VrAmwXVq8h0sws/s400/Early_Morning_Rose_by_BoardBreaker93.jpg" border="0" /></a> Photograph by Bryan B - aka BoardBreaker93</div><div align="center">visit his gallery at - <a href="http://boardbreaker93.deviantart.com/">http://boardbreaker93.deviantart.com/</a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7DETk0oagth3oRkAKSKgVmL7OAeq5kgmYKG1GDD4huPYCuqJAjn7FPBaW_vuD_LP9WxHDZvSzAe3bbQAuLkpNkZln26w5n1dXfDZa_9npwUOF-P0XWeu2xRETqC3f3Wxi2OpyxswNtgI/s1600-h/d2925c9cb3504e096d104acb40363920.jpg"></a></div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><em>Suggested prompt...</em></div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><strong>Yesterday you wrote a poem for a dandelion,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>today offer a poem for a rose.</strong></div>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-61175126623046504062009-09-30T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-30T00:06:30.656-07:00Just a Weed?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPKOFojNWtQRlqzVZ-KELs9wR1LLcX9g4a_l0T90Lyws2jMEXw_qJBQ0cVzxBgDywVvZdSCl4gUQDEcoWfaHUGEHNRhiOjY-jh2w9Z76CGzxnIBndLGmuQrFjTSPR8e97PCiD766HpDZM/s1600-h/019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387150320655061026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPKOFojNWtQRlqzVZ-KELs9wR1LLcX9g4a_l0T90Lyws2jMEXw_qJBQ0cVzxBgDywVvZdSCl4gUQDEcoWfaHUGEHNRhiOjY-jh2w9Z76CGzxnIBndLGmuQrFjTSPR8e97PCiD766HpDZM/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /></a> Photo by Jessica<br />Visit Jessica's <a href="http://daybydayphotoproject.blogspot.com/">365 Day Photo Project Blog</a><br />~<br /><em>Suggested Prompt...</em><br />~<br /><strong>Write a poem for a dandelion. </strong><br /><strong>I have always thought they are more than just a weed.</strong><br /></div>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-22575565254736817192009-09-28T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-28T04:41:40.742-07:00At the Bar<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLPa45amPZskF9iGi5EVRPIBzOBNGCW17WyeKxVXCoL-vO7EKFm0HrMIA9n9TLJFQ9R1pqmUs0f0wDQxObA-e1cg2slpQ54jPvvC6v13te__t3551m5m6Ecy7avIiMzpSa3RIvuIO09sw/s1600-h/3204472663_1bf04155fe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386481567737493426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLPa45amPZskF9iGi5EVRPIBzOBNGCW17WyeKxVXCoL-vO7EKFm0HrMIA9n9TLJFQ9R1pqmUs0f0wDQxObA-e1cg2slpQ54jPvvC6v13te__t3551m5m6Ecy7avIiMzpSa3RIvuIO09sw/s400/3204472663_1bf04155fe.jpg" border="0" /></a> Art by Stephanie Taylor</div><div align="center">For more of her art and creativity visit -</div><div align="center"><a href="http://stephanietaylorart.com/">http://stephanietaylorart.com/</a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/staylorstudio">http://picasaweb.google.com/staylorstudio</a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/stevieart">http://flickr.com/photos/stevieart</a></div><div align="center">Art Blog - <a href="http://stephanietaylorart.blogspot.com/">http://stephanietaylorart.blogspot.com/</a></div><div align="center">Stories Blogs - <a href="http://movingnarratives.blogspot.com/">http://movingnarratives.blogspot.com/</a> </div><div align="center">and <a href="http://fremontparkart.blogspot.com/">http://fremontparkart.blogspot.com/</a></div><div align="center">Current project - <a href="http://valleyhilibrary.blogspot.com/">http://valleyhilibrary.blogspot.com/</a></div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><em>Suggest prompt...</em></div><div align="center">~<br /></div><div align="center"><strong>Use this art to inspire your writing today.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Imagine a scene at a crowded bar and spin that into a story.</strong></div>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-64586616566286815322009-09-27T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-27T00:16:22.192-07:00Metamorphosis<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTLNv4Oz4a_VFtaiJqsPg1i_t4reJ7AS7Ue7Kj-HChPn8seFkgMF3kmLMj7hHFX1BRiW_Y8ryRKF7IY0tIWslPert_hYuvTXaaP-FS1dfSTUZ9Hqrmy_hMs20_e297h8XJgswTQIEMmag/s1600-h/3307279167_9f9a556d9d_o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386039889304237570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTLNv4Oz4a_VFtaiJqsPg1i_t4reJ7AS7Ue7Kj-HChPn8seFkgMF3kmLMj7hHFX1BRiW_Y8ryRKF7IY0tIWslPert_hYuvTXaaP-FS1dfSTUZ9Hqrmy_hMs20_e297h8XJgswTQIEMmag/s400/3307279167_9f9a556d9d_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicSiClxzYg8h0GFmCm3vbKdcbUBJGBSlf_IP9JbX0pTpPO3E8o9xtyq9FyaoiRAboFV8ggCTBqLmvAUWNqVE0kBtGL2YUh5JDGl0jvVBmu5RRaYvejrg2xpfX9XJhKmO3BBX6iD5mPklM/s1600-h/3368599569_d86cdd7bb1_o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386039883522287522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicSiClxzYg8h0GFmCm3vbKdcbUBJGBSlf_IP9JbX0pTpPO3E8o9xtyq9FyaoiRAboFV8ggCTBqLmvAUWNqVE0kBtGL2YUh5JDGl0jvVBmu5RRaYvejrg2xpfX9XJhKmO3BBX6iD5mPklM/s400/3368599569_d86cdd7bb1_o.jpg" border="0" /></a> These wonderful photographs are by Kim Martin</div><div align="center">Visit her at - </div><div align="center">Google Profile - <a href="http://www.google.com/profiles/SciFyGirl">http://www.google.com/profiles/SciFyGirl</a><br />Orbitgal Creations (my portfolio) - <a href="http://orbitgal.com/">http://orbitgal.com/</a></div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><em>Suggested prompt...</em></div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><strong>Use these images to get creative today,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>the idea of metamorphosis literally or figuratively today.<br /></strong></div><div></div>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-87904469873064853652009-09-26T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-26T00:01:00.749-07:00Safe Landing<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-hRsJQ2ctymES78iuk_GxeIZAKh9i4TYpHcc_UYCI7J5x_WOg3aOIxzjwXMerJl591gJXqDvEon7e3LB-2uhyoKFHlz5TrDGX3Z1KxgXijdDtnAs3-eOt5tkEaZ2bYbIManeSxxKpkw/s1600-h/IMGP0069.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385567112278132114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-hRsJQ2ctymES78iuk_GxeIZAKh9i4TYpHcc_UYCI7J5x_WOg3aOIxzjwXMerJl591gJXqDvEon7e3LB-2uhyoKFHlz5TrDGX3Z1KxgXijdDtnAs3-eOt5tkEaZ2bYbIManeSxxKpkw/s400/IMGP0069.JPG" border="0" /></a> Photo by Jim Pankey "WildSpirit"<br />Jim's Photography can be found at <a href="http://www.picasaweb.google.com/jpankey">Picasa</a> and <a href="http://www.fotothing.com/slideshow.php?id=Wildspirit">Fotothing</a><br />~<br /><em>Suggested prompt...<br /></em>~<br /><strong>Write from the perspective of one of these skydivers </strong><br /><strong>a story or perhaps an inner dialog.</strong><br /></div>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-6104929816170573732009-09-25T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-25T02:25:39.517-07:00Friday Night Lights<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDgxrJSkCY8sF46mxicnsDwTnj1XNFIsOSCTH-B6amu-l70cpGkCmExpFFkDrKvssRP9yK14YmmbfNhIr5RcpJ9d2DY9FoIGniMwi1aNhZdyCdpZs8W-8UnmoMFMchlz3KMPWsQtUDoOs/s1600-h/run_football1000.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385332204307258018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDgxrJSkCY8sF46mxicnsDwTnj1XNFIsOSCTH-B6amu-l70cpGkCmExpFFkDrKvssRP9yK14YmmbfNhIr5RcpJ9d2DY9FoIGniMwi1aNhZdyCdpZs8W-8UnmoMFMchlz3KMPWsQtUDoOs/s400/run_football1000.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center">Photo by Dan Felstead<br />Wood and Pixels Narratives - <a href="http://www.woodandpixels.blogspot.com/">http://www.woodandpixels.blogspot.com/</a><br />ETSY Shop: Wood and Pixels - <a href="http://www.woodandpixels.etsy.com/">http://www.woodandpixels.etsy.com/</a><br />~<br /><em>Suggested Prompt...<br /></em>~</div><div align="center"><strong>Offer a memory from a high school football game.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>(Or another sport if you are not American.)<br /></em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-15927966565588709192009-09-24T00:01:00.000-07:002009-10-01T05:01:45.329-07:00A Boy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid9mQDwAkiOwLo9QKg0xPApywULjFmhS2WjukEG3DTFWhZtn7fjg4y28dImUem7aR4IR1WeMTwoZMFvpiXQmCF4bokIRXsB3Bd8GxfHOx10x3MfyxkfQRX7P1UAQEAlv0s7EITw9dd6Ds/s1600-h/VVVOO_(267).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385011150535630802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid9mQDwAkiOwLo9QKg0xPApywULjFmhS2WjukEG3DTFWhZtn7fjg4y28dImUem7aR4IR1WeMTwoZMFvpiXQmCF4bokIRXsB3Bd8GxfHOx10x3MfyxkfQRX7P1UAQEAlv0s7EITw9dd6Ds/s400/VVVOO_(267).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Photo by Basir Seerat<br />visit Basir's photo blog at<br /><a href="http://www.basirseerat.blogspot.com/">http://www.basirseerat.blogspot.com/</a><br />~<br /><em>Suggested prompt...<br /></em>~</div><div align="center"><strong>Give this boy a story.</strong></div><br /><br />__________________________<br /><br /><strong>The street is not silent but for his pounding heart, slapping feet, and spinning tire. There are other noises: distant car engines rumble; horns scream point and counterpoint; air force planes roar overhead; and somewhere close by a couple is arguing.<br /><br />But he hears only three things: his heart, his feet, and his tire. They consume his reality, shoving all else to the side, discarding it as unimportant.<br /><br />The only thing that matters is getting his prize home before they find him.<br /><br />He does not turn his head at the sudden shout behind him. He does not feel the struggle of his heart and legs to keep him moving.<br /><br />Only home matters. He will be safe there. His prize will be secure there.<br /><br />But then he reaches his street and as he turns to cover the final fifty feet to his front door he sees them waiting for him. He skids to a halt but the tire continues on its way, wobbling on unsteady rubber before collapsing midway between him and them.<br /><br />He pauses in the midst of silent, swirling dust. They stare at him with no expression. Then smiles creep onto each scarred, dirty face, one by one.<br /><br />And then they raise their guns and the silence is no more.<br /><br /> </strong><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843" rel="nofollow"><strong>Marc</strong></a><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">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.<br /></span></em>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-84246236680152293132009-09-23T00:01:00.000-07:002009-10-01T04:59:56.402-07:00Looking Out<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1MUnGZD6OWE7faCREOGyk765WGDMzIyw3pDO_GOfMUetR4gV5xrDFsAOQRGYs2XC-vezx8Wr1xepcT8Vp0wlDXuDHfvYs6Ui8RFsNpEwiF9gaGK45nXZdXfbeZzFXYh-iKOP5Jx24WhI/s1600-h/9909.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383706835235825586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1MUnGZD6OWE7faCREOGyk765WGDMzIyw3pDO_GOfMUetR4gV5xrDFsAOQRGYs2XC-vezx8Wr1xepcT8Vp0wlDXuDHfvYs6Ui8RFsNpEwiF9gaGK45nXZdXfbeZzFXYh-iKOP5Jx24WhI/s400/9909.jpg" border="0" /></a> Photo by Kane Hsieh</div><div align="center">Visit his blog - <a href="http://crimsongb.blogspot.com/">Crimson-G-B</a></div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><em>Suggested prompt...</em></div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><strong>Use this image to inspire your writing in any creative way you are moved to today.</strong> </div><p><br /><br />__________________________<br /><br /><strong>I feel so alone<br />Looking out at the world<br />No one could truly love me<br />I've been told all my life<br />What I am is so wrong<br />How could anyone possibly see<br /><br />It is not a choice<br />There is not a chance<br />For me to happily be free<br />I am only what I am, you see<br />I can be nothing else<br />But little ol' "unnatural" me<br /><br />I look out at the world<br />I feel so alone<br />For no one can see me for me<br />Those ones down the street<br />At the church building- no<br />Neither the ones in my<br />Very own home<br /><br />I am so alone<br />Looking out at the world<br />I see no one really loves me<br />For I long for those unlike myself<br />I long for those<br />...just like me<br /><br />---<br /><br /><em>I feel I may need explanation for this poem. I personally know and love some wonderful people that are outcast because of their sexuality. Whether it is religiously something I embrace or not, I embrace them as wonderful, loving, and beautiful people who need love and acceptance as much as anyone else. Please embrace those around you- don't let them feel alone! </em></strong></p><p><strong> </strong><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861" rel="nofollow"><strong>Dani</strong></a></p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">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 </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award Button</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> on your blog. Visit the </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award post</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> for the details and the button to download. </span></em></p>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-42671237453878516522009-09-22T00:01:00.001-07:002009-10-01T04:57:05.302-07:00Challenging Path<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRQNX3Y2HZr04wn__W-BD5yaHrzFRMMCXUkTfeRC-ZCRSm7gr7KBWRhdJ-tnLSkHKV0GpLzyb_OL73tV51AjqNi2sWo1Nw01FuyG_Pg4KsATRiVCjrH-PKjNjU4F2AaYOLDnIvNDubbVc/s1600-h/penny.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383708927827579362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRQNX3Y2HZr04wn__W-BD5yaHrzFRMMCXUkTfeRC-ZCRSm7gr7KBWRhdJ-tnLSkHKV0GpLzyb_OL73tV51AjqNi2sWo1Nw01FuyG_Pg4KsATRiVCjrH-PKjNjU4F2AaYOLDnIvNDubbVc/s400/penny.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Photo by Brett Trafford</div><div align="center">visit his site <a href="http://365to42.blogspot.com/">365 to 42</a></div><div align="center">for more beautiful photographs.</div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><em>Suggested Prompt...</em></div><div align="center">~ </div><div align="center"><strong>Use this image to inspire your poetry today.</strong></div><br /><br />__________________________________<br /><br /><br /><strong>It is a challenging path<br />This life that we live<br />Each step taken forward<br />Some back<br /><br />Keeping eyes straight ahead<br />Stumbling rocks at our feet<br />Learning obstacles around us<br />We grow<br /><br />Rest for a sweet moment<br />View life all about you<br />Sight hands reaching out for your strength<br />Encourage them<br /><br />Sharing steps with another<br />Leading points from your view<br />Understanding new faith<br />Sweet release<br /><br />Life’s path is inspiring<br />Not without care or hearts effort<br />Able forgiveness and love<br />Stand tall<br /><br />At the top of the mountain<br />Find yourself to be true<br />A life worth the living<br />Your path </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693495698843336789" rel="nofollow"><strong>Simply Heather</strong></a><strong> </strong><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">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 </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award Button</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> on your blog. Visit the </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award post</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> for the details and the button to download.<br /></span></em>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-41340342292578842792009-09-21T00:01:00.000-07:002009-10-01T04:41:47.248-07:00Working Farm<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEkIwruTvwPsJczNweaiWotPcpKBn_Jr3RYnggwbjBb-YqEdUNIoyCUgfV5_9TqKDt1tfXmLfN62raj93BKhdGaPU9Bp-kRbyHvZx7ThJoyce_z1TbtpST-v6OHxydn6_2aIxKfEbZ-g/s1600-h/None.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383705386734629394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEkIwruTvwPsJczNweaiWotPcpKBn_Jr3RYnggwbjBb-YqEdUNIoyCUgfV5_9TqKDt1tfXmLfN62raj93BKhdGaPU9Bp-kRbyHvZx7ThJoyce_z1TbtpST-v6OHxydn6_2aIxKfEbZ-g/s400/None.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Photo by Simply Heather<br />Visit her Blog - <a href="http://simplyheathersblog.blogspot.com/">http://simplyheathersblog.blogspot.com/</a><br />And her Photo Blog - <a href="http://simplyjoyfulphotos.blogspot.com/">http://simplyjoyfulphotos.blogspot.com/</a><br />~<br /><em>Suggested prompt...<br /></em>~</div><div align="center"><strong>Include a farm in your writing today.</strong></div><br /><br />_______________________________<br /><br /><strong>Hard work is how I learned to live my life. This is why, when I was sent to the newly built school a few miles away from the old one I had been used to, I was surprised by the other kids my age.<br /><br />I couldn't understand them. I felt so outcast and yearned to be like them. Yet something else inside me knew I really didn't want that. My flannel button up shirt and worn jeans looked so faded and old next to their sleek appearances. I didn't know the names of the clothing they wore, but I knew everything had a distinct name.<br /><br />If I wore something like that, it would probably only be for church. Mother would spank me silly if I wore something like that on an ordinary day. It would surely be ruined by my daily chores, and I could hear her saying, "No one should be so wasteful."<br /><br />Occasionally someone would talk to me. It would seem friendly at first, but soon they would laugh at something I said that hadn't meant to be funny. Or if not, they would look at me shocked or surprised and then withdraw awkwardly.<br /><br />For instance, that girl with the sleek blond curls and ruffled shirt came up and smiled at me once. She made a comment about how she wished school could be at a later time because she hated to wake up so early on weekdays. She'd gone on complaining and then stated that she couldn't wait for the weekend. As she looked at me expectantly, waiting for my reply, I hadn't known what to say.<br /><br />Finally, I told her I was used to waking up much earlier, that school started a few hours after I'd usually been up at least a couple hours. I didn't realize anyone slept in so late! My mother would have walloped me for being lazy and missing breakfast.<br /><br />The girl only looked at me oddly and walked away to talk to her regular friends. It felt so strange to be there among these people who had such smooth skin on their hands- hands that appeared to never have touched the ground- never been in a wrestling match with cow dogs or even got grass stains from falling.<br /><br />I longed for home that day. And when I came to it, I was relieved to see the blue siding on the house, the red barn with white trim, the little red well, and oh the green, green grass. I never had looked at home with such pleasure.<br /><br />The familiar scent of straw and fresh-mowed lawn was in the air and I immediately wanted to get my hands dirty. No problem at all doing that- it was time to feed the horses. As I went about my chores I though about school. I wouldn't ever make a friend at that new school. Why did our farm have to be built just inside the new district boundaries? All the other outer farms still went to my old school. The rest of the day was full and I found myself busy and able to put school out of my mind for now.<br /><br />But the next morning came too soon. I woke before the sun to carry out the days duties and prepare myself for another day among the aliens to my lifestyle. Perhaps today I will find at least one person with a little dirt under their fingernails.<br /></strong><br /><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861" rel="nofollow"><strong>Dani</strong></a><strong> </strong><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">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 </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award Button</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> on your blog. Visit the </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award post</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> for the details and the button to download. </span></em>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-35791601767549000902009-09-20T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-27T00:14:47.370-07:00The Path<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjArvX1T-Rz0M5ccc3g0hIYuM9NHb3LjBmPZWtRufCTBNFYmqXUBmy6Sb-qRCES7WN261btPE5aZZ9TQg1N-dcElbGs77OeIZuXue3AfCp3bJCI5RSlh42sX7nb-uek2139Q7SNotGcK4/s1600-h/IMGP9579.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383547240652380002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjArvX1T-Rz0M5ccc3g0hIYuM9NHb3LjBmPZWtRufCTBNFYmqXUBmy6Sb-qRCES7WN261btPE5aZZ9TQg1N-dcElbGs77OeIZuXue3AfCp3bJCI5RSlh42sX7nb-uek2139Q7SNotGcK4/s400/IMGP9579.JPG" border="0" /></a> Photo by Jim Pankey "WildSpirit"</div><div align="center">Jim's Photography can be found at <a href="http://www.picasaweb.google.com/jpankey">Picasa</a> and <a href="http://www.fotothing.com/slideshow.php?id=Wildspirit">Fotothing</a></div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><em>Suggested prompt...</em></div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><strong>Offer your creativity in any way you are inspired today by this delightful photograph. </strong></div><p><br /><br />_______________________<br /><br /><strong>We all follow a path. Old, young, rich, poor, black, white, whole or damaged.<br /><br />Whichever path we take is the right path for us, there is no other.<br /><br />Sometimes we walk in brightness and light and all goes well. Sometimes we walk in shadow, and things seem hard.<br /><br />In the dark times remember the light, it's still there - we need light to cause shadows. Walk onward to find the light ahead, draw strength from the light you left behind.<br /><br />Whe your path runs in the light, store some up for the dark times you hit, then you'll never run out.<br /><br />This path is your path, make it a good one :)<br /><br /></strong><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333731893253823414" rel="nofollow"><strong>christine</strong></a></p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">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 </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award Button</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> on your blog. Visit the </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award post</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> for the details and the button to download. </span></em></p>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-77572312717004073382009-09-18T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-25T02:25:11.498-07:00The Laundress<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR4KQ0Njlr5GNNk8HFetkTCXTblOGNINmRioCMzuZR-NmUFl149eKiUwTPQPDc0Qs-1dnx9TpePrOLQUVDAlwakn-CumcM6bFDmWKn6FmWctwNPIvrPZ5F-g6hszsnwulElgVT66Z7kzA/s1600-h/woaman_and_basketposter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382238543240984770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR4KQ0Njlr5GNNk8HFetkTCXTblOGNINmRioCMzuZR-NmUFl149eKiUwTPQPDc0Qs-1dnx9TpePrOLQUVDAlwakn-CumcM6bFDmWKn6FmWctwNPIvrPZ5F-g6hszsnwulElgVT66Z7kzA/s400/woaman_and_basketposter.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Photo by Dan Felstead</div><div align="center">Wood and Pixels Narratives - <a href="http://www.woodandpixels.blogspot.com/">http://www.woodandpixels.blogspot.com/</a></div><div align="center">ETSY Shop: Wood and Pixels - <a href="http://www.woodandpixels.etsy.com/">http://www.woodandpixels.etsy.com/</a></div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><em>Suggested Prompt...</em></div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><strong>Write a story or poem for her.</strong></div><br /><br />____________________<br /><br /><br /><strong>Elijah was killed last year in the main tent collapse. It was the worst tragedy to smite Philadelphia in years. Just like any other morning they rolled into town with the fanfare of ancient Rome. Colorful horse drawn wagons from Europe, Elephants from Africa, Indian Tigers and Elijah spinning on the flatbed wagon inviting the young and young at heart to the Greatest Show on Earth. Sarah and their young daughter was on the flatbed spinning the rope so the trapeze would swing while Elijah performed for the crowds lining Main Street.<br /><br />The night of the tragedy, Sarah was ill with the fever so she and her daughter stayed away while Elijah performed.<br /><br />At 8:30 that evening Sarah was stunned by the whoosh of air and screams of the crowd...as she looke outside...all she could see was splintered tent poles and in one moment of terror...she realized the devastation she saw and the realization that the crowd and the Elijah lay at the bottom underneath the white cotton grave that spread out before her like a vision. Was it the fever? Was she really seeing this?<br /><br />The Circus was the only thing she and her daughter knew...the family tradition went back 2 generations. From that day forward, she and her daughter carried on the tradition in honor of Elijah.<br /><br />The laundry finished just in time for the small leotard to dry for tonight's performance..."The youngest performer ever to take to the high flying trapeze" was now top billing.<br /><br /></strong><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917775645881312007" rel="nofollow"><strong>Dan Felstead</strong></a><strong> </strong><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">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 </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award Button</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> on your blog. Visit the </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award post</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> for the details and the button to download.</span></em>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-43772209521515412012009-09-17T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-24T05:37:07.021-07:00Lazy Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mxFc83sjdhAk_imK9-QFAWdS2YVNMTS77kU-olsJ0_X_NOb1yydvgDe23D8aaZSqZBUyfXclgIU1hMIgm2-_dk6ZFxZAS5F78mLBaD5DocpaDxIF-K5oL1RPfWwbyU3v_8Ar7wHoIpo/s1600-h/sunny_day_by_tenkeyspread.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382237213565730738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mxFc83sjdhAk_imK9-QFAWdS2YVNMTS77kU-olsJ0_X_NOb1yydvgDe23D8aaZSqZBUyfXclgIU1hMIgm2-_dk6ZFxZAS5F78mLBaD5DocpaDxIF-K5oL1RPfWwbyU3v_8Ar7wHoIpo/s400/sunny_day_by_tenkeyspread.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Photograph by Abby<br />Visit her website <a href="http://www.tenkeyspread.deviantart.com/">http://www.tenkeyspread.deviantart.com/</a><br />~<br /><em>Suggested Prompt...</em><br />~</div><div align="center"><strong>Lay back in the grass, relax, take a deep breath</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>and write as you are inspired. </strong></div><br /><br />_________________________<br /><br /><br /><strong>here. sun.<br />there. water.<br />kids run around me,<br />ignoring my sudden urge<br />to feel the grass<br />tickle my skin.<br /><br />I would have stayed<br />all day.<br />I would have watched<br />sun fall off<br />island's edge.<br /><br />I would have seen<br />the Milky Way fade<br />into existence,<br />guessed which constellations<br />actually appear in autumn,<br />and which planets twinkle<br />and which stars shine.<br />I'm no astronomer.<br /><br />But Joe jumped on my chest<br />with an innocent laugh,<br />and pulled me off my ground bed.<br />We played on the roof,<br />and looked for salamanders instead.<br /></strong><br /><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/08941363324709642490" rel="nofollow"><strong>Kate</strong></a><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">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 </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award Button</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> on your blog. Visit the </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award post</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> for the details and the button to download. </span></em>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-70612439369021400162009-09-16T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-23T05:02:23.085-07:00Secret Door<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8oZJ7CYy_vyekU17IBIjqJda7MvsNsPb2bSvyOgHKK8VPSQM64wrOnQ6vvikkVj0AKGCtRghzVVzBiNYOvqQHD4tv8sXOVTVcn5QvvVu5xnNCL6Jy3mJVVH57LiIG0w6pp5tBn9yPCco/s1600-h/door+barnston.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381358889356714018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8oZJ7CYy_vyekU17IBIjqJda7MvsNsPb2bSvyOgHKK8VPSQM64wrOnQ6vvikkVj0AKGCtRghzVVzBiNYOvqQHD4tv8sXOVTVcn5QvvVu5xnNCL6Jy3mJVVH57LiIG0w6pp5tBn9yPCco/s400/door+barnston.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Photo by C. John Edwards his blogs are -</div><div align="center"><a href="http://scriptorsenex.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://scriptorsenex.blogspot.com/</a><br /><a href="http://cjeinexeter.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://cjeinexeter.blogspot.com/</a><br /><a href="http://cjehebrides.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://cjehebrides.blogspot.com/</a><br /><a href="http://pensbyetal.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://pensbyetal.blogspot.com/</a><br />and website -<a href="http://www.johnsbooks.org/galleries/gallery%201.htm" target="_blank">http://www.johnsbooks.org/galleries/gallery%201.htm</a></div><div align="center">~<br /><em>Suggested prompt...<br /></em>~</div><div align="center"><strong>Offer a story using this image. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Let you imagination get creative behind this secret door.</strong></div><br /><br />_______________________________<br /><br /><strong>It was the tiniest little door that I’d ever seen; catching my attention as I was out picking berries in the woods one day. I wanted to think nothing of it but each time I’d turn to add berries into my bucket, there it was in my view. Oh, how the curiosity took hold. No one would know that I’d stopped picking, if I only went over there for just a quick minute, right? Everyone was waiting for me to get back to the house; mom was getting the pie crust all prepared with my baby sister. I could almost taste the pie, even though I still held the berries.<br /><br />For just a minute, I walked over to the door. Looking it over, I found nothing to open it with, which filled me with such an intense anxiety – I simply HAD to search for the answer. Stepping around, studying the door and the brick and the walls; I found nothing; nothing, not even a little hole that would show me what was on the other side.<br /><br />Okay, I needed one more minute. They wouldn’t know if I hurried to pick the rest of the berries for a bucket full. I’d already filled it near to the top and have only been gone for a few minutes; much less time than it usually takes me, because I usually stop by the pond on the way here to catch some frogs.<br /><br />I searched some more, for a few clues as to what could be behind the door; still nothing and I gave up. I turned to leave and fumbled over a large rock, stubbing my foot and falling to the ground but as I fell, I heard a creek. The door opened. I’d never jumped up so quick in all my life! Running to the door, I pushed it open to find that my curiosity had over taken reality. The other side of the door was exactly the same as where I came from. I only walked a little way around, found more berries and filled my dress with them. The bucket was left on the other side of the door. I made my way back to the opening and heard someone. It sounded like laughter, mocking almost.<br /><br />“Hey! Who is that? What are you laughing at?” I asked. It continued and came closer to me. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw this tiny little flying person coming toward me. “I, was laughing at you, you silly creature. And, those are OUR berries. They do not belong to you. That is why I laughed.”<br /><br />“Who are you?” I asked. “I am the youngest breary of the Fairies”, she told me. “If you don’t leave these here, you will not go beyond this door. You will have to live here and become our servant.”<br /><br />I dropped the berries fast, plunked the little fairy thingy as far as I could and booked it out that door as quick as my little legs would take me.<br /><br />The moment I found myself on the other side was the moment the door shut and I could hear laughter from the other side, filling the air. I grabbed my bucket and went home to find everyone still making the pie crusts. They were shocked that I was home so quickly, and that...to my amazement, my bucket was full of berries.<br /><br />Hmmmm.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/04693495698843336789" rel="nofollow"><strong>Simply Heather</strong></a><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">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 </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award Button</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> on your blog. Visit the </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award post</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> for the details and the button to download. </span></em>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-53339717381976584712009-09-15T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-23T04:56:40.756-07:00Home Grown<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzbRJcnN3geYlHVyNoyuVHYF2oiaire4zZcXa6m0t_fmSy1rKJ2RXWpWjgZ42hjkXfqwNArgJDM7AeEMJ8Vqn0k0jsklCRnYRIXUGAX9Ofzz0__jFdpWFKnmGsghHHxEQc8p2rHYyudfU/s1600-h/Cherry_Red_Delight_by_DaniWeewee.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381356459177496610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzbRJcnN3geYlHVyNoyuVHYF2oiaire4zZcXa6m0t_fmSy1rKJ2RXWpWjgZ42hjkXfqwNArgJDM7AeEMJ8Vqn0k0jsklCRnYRIXUGAX9Ofzz0__jFdpWFKnmGsghHHxEQc8p2rHYyudfU/s400/Cherry_Red_Delight_by_DaniWeewee.jpg" border="0" /></a> Photo by Dani<br />visit her at at <a href="http://goldentearsofjoy.blogspot.com/">goldentearsofjoy.blogspot.com</a> </div><div align="center">and her gallery at DeviantArt ~ <a href="http://daniweewee.deviantart.com/gallery/">http://daniweewee.deviantart.com/gallery/</a></div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><em>Suggested prompt...</em></div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><strong>As summer winds down, offer a poem, an ode, or story</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>to the glories of ripe, lush, home grown veggies.<br /></strong></div><div align="center"></div><p><br /><br />_________________________<br /><br /><strong>It is my 478th...no...my 479th day. I have seen through the missing mortar 479 sunsets and 479 sunrises. There are 74 cracks in the concrete floor...18 have shown up within the last 2 weeks. My daily walk of 280 steps....that is 20 times around the cell...keeps my mind clear. Not the walking but the counting over and over again. The spider web in the corner of the ceiling now has babies...and they are beginning to explore off the web. This is nothing new...I count them as they make their way to my rug where I sleep...then ...just before they reach the rug, I kill them...one by one.<br /><br />Rice again today. I hear the television down the corridor. They don't think I can hear it...but I can and I tell everyone in the cell block the news of the war by tapping on the wooden crate. Nixon ended the war today...hold on just a bit more...keep counting...keep walking...<br /><br />I miss my parents, my home town and Jill if she is still there...<br /><br />It has been 479 sunsets and sunrises since I have bit into a fresh, red ripe tomato. I go through the complete process each day in my mind...holding it - just picked off the vine. Biting into it, the juice runs down my chin. The meat of the tomato has such solid texture, the slight acid catches in the back of my throat and I relish the taste...the smell...the smell only a tomato vine can give. That is the scent of home...summers in the garden when the first tomato is picked.<br /><br />I must hold on a bit longer and i will again taste that tomato at home...we all will taste tomatoes...as many as we can eat. Handfuls of rice from the Hanoi Hilton do not compare to tomatoes raised in Indiana soil.<br /><br />Another crack in the concrete...that makes 75...I pull out the piece of mortar and make another scratch on the wall.<br /><br /></strong><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917775645881312007" rel="nofollow"><strong>Dan Felstead</strong></a><strong> </strong></p><p></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">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 </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award Button</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> on your blog. Visit the </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award post</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> for the details and the button to download. </span></em></p>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-79237946321810289092009-09-14T07:24:00.000-07:002009-09-23T04:54:40.514-07:00Mooring<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio7Sqq3sUysrN32z4b9nKcZLaWO6KgodpEnElgFzKQRoTkWiSstgvAb9TgAifdYxNwARgBVBIYSw4OLu1YCHqJtY0Mm27jSB31m37Q1FvQ43NDE5b9gG9O9bRdNw4WWVtEpDZkL2DC0k8/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381329233547821538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio7Sqq3sUysrN32z4b9nKcZLaWO6KgodpEnElgFzKQRoTkWiSstgvAb9TgAifdYxNwARgBVBIYSw4OLu1YCHqJtY0Mm27jSB31m37Q1FvQ43NDE5b9gG9O9bRdNw4WWVtEpDZkL2DC0k8/s400/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">~ </div><div align="center"><em>Suggested prompt...</em></div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><strong>Offer a poetic description of this scene.</strong></div><div></div><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div></div><div><em>Thank you all for your well wishes and concerns. There was a bit of a crisis that needed my attention and took me away from sharing with you everyday. I am back now and will be posting daily again. ~ Laura Jayne</em></div><br /><br /><strong>_________________________<br /><br />Sunday Service<br /><br />Still and quiet<br />Gray fog over gray waters<br />Little boats spot the quiet waters<br />Anchored harshly to the rocks<br /><br />All is quiet<br />No voices are heard<br />No faces are seen<br />No one is on the moor today<br /><br />A slight breeze ripples the water<br />Edging the little empty boats<br />Tilting slightly, inching slowly<br />Back and forth<br /><br />In the distance<br />A bell tolls </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong> </strong><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861" rel="nofollow"><strong>Dani</strong></a><strong> </strong><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">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 </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award Button</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> on your blog. Visit the </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award post</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> for the details and the button to download. </span></em>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-37596523339331102772009-09-04T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-14T09:06:41.377-07:00A Day at the Beach<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLtwAsLLpm563ogFoJkUPw3ts8wuGnr1XBAansa9SvmR4aWrJk0BZxh7RCohbhVn40VjKHzA7IQ34DILVoRiKrlJ86E0S9HSZXx66bRwqL5VxNbJOPF7mxl8-2rXbG9yRngo5On9tFQWU/s1600-h/IMGP2660.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377444320600355522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLtwAsLLpm563ogFoJkUPw3ts8wuGnr1XBAansa9SvmR4aWrJk0BZxh7RCohbhVn40VjKHzA7IQ34DILVoRiKrlJ86E0S9HSZXx66bRwqL5VxNbJOPF7mxl8-2rXbG9yRngo5On9tFQWU/s400/IMGP2660.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Photo by Jim Pankey "WildSpirit"<br />Jim's Photography can be found at <a href="http://www.picasaweb.google.com/jpankey">Picasa</a> and <a href="http://www.fotothing.com/slideshow.php?id=Wildspirit">Fotothing</a><br />~<br /><em>Suggested prompt...</em><br />~</div><div align="center"><strong>Offer your writing at the beach today.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>A story set at the beach, a memoir about a trip as a child to the beach,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>a poem for a cute lifeguard, anything your like, do get creative.</strong></div><br /><br />________________________<br /><br /><strong>OK kids, are you listening? Today I want you to find the colour red. Do you remember what it looks like? Remember the coral we saw this morning? With the anenomes all over? Yes, of course you do. Well, they were red.<br /><br />Now, spread out, no getting in each other's way, there's no need for that. I don't want any squabbling about who did, or didn't manage it. I'll be above you, watching.<br /><br />The one who gets most hits gets first choice of the fish shpper, later.<br /><br />OK, ready to go? Remember, extra points if you get front and back of the same person, and you lose points if you don't hit the red.<br /><br />Spread those wings. Ready, steady, fly! </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333731893253823414" rel="nofollow"><strong>christine</strong></a><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">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 </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award Button</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> on your blog. Visit the </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award post</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> for the details and the button to download. </span></em>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-6869818619674636242009-09-03T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-14T09:04:39.758-07:00Road Trip<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnoBvfUe0a47V3I3hJ_KIdGlthyHkJIG5bWfdRbSvKEuyU4j4h_fTTU3DDOEso5cuaofCZjckHTBk9HY_gob6meFWaxSffaYHkv2s5jrZvsFzgRT9h_wsegvL1KYqJHDQB66mh1p-QYOQ/s1600-h/1802508984_ba992b6e96_b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377090629856573138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnoBvfUe0a47V3I3hJ_KIdGlthyHkJIG5bWfdRbSvKEuyU4j4h_fTTU3DDOEso5cuaofCZjckHTBk9HY_gob6meFWaxSffaYHkv2s5jrZvsFzgRT9h_wsegvL1KYqJHDQB66mh1p-QYOQ/s400/1802508984_ba992b6e96_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> Photograph by Stephanie Taylor<br />For more of her art and creativity visit -<br /><a href="http://stephanietaylorart.com/">http://stephanietaylorart.com/</a><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/staylorstudio">http://picasaweb.google.com/staylorstudio</a><br /><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/stevieart">http://flickr.com/photos/stevieart</a><br />Art Blog - <a href="http://stephanietaylorart.blogspot.com/">http://stephanietaylorart.blogspot.com/</a><br />Stories Blogs - <a href="http://movingnarratives.blogspot.com/">http://movingnarratives.blogspot.com/</a> and<br /><a href="http://fremontparkart.blogspot.com/">http://fremontparkart.blogspot.com/</a><br />Current project - <a href="http://valleyhilibrary.blogspot.com/">http://valleyhilibrary.blogspot.com/</a><br />~<br /><em>Suggest prompt...<br /></em>~</div><div align="center"><strong>Imagine you are on this long and winding road,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>offer a story about your trip, or a poem to express the idea.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Use this in any creative way you are moved, perhaps a memoir</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>about a long and boring road trip from your childhood.<br /></strong></div><p><br /><br />_______________________________<br /><br /><strong>The long, dusty road spun out before us<br />Empty land to each hand, water starved shrubs<br />Patterned evenly across as though dropped by<br />Giants making a checkerboard of desert land.<br /><br />Home a distant memory though we left this<br />Morning, journey's end a mystery known to<br />Parents only. Like snails, turtles, we brought<br />Our home, our life, along on our travels.<br /><br /></strong><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/04295309367485408358" rel="nofollow"><strong>morganna</strong></a></p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">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 </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award Button</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> on your blog. Visit the </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award post</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> for the details and the button to download. </span></em></p>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-56356935611065995962009-09-02T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-14T09:01:19.300-07:00Lady in Red<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW8Zs6vJaQmW3nttGSVxLweV45ld3S2Q65fnIO4rtjQ_9U3PvrwPsk8ql0_bQA6ZecLffYhQWovvWwcUSs9p3IEZ9kBAOh6b_aLX0ilzVkrly5jJqtE24xIGtmc0K6ukeNbUb_hRTxZus/s1600-h/6a00d83451c5cc69e200e55084a7dc8834-500wi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376691276036666674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW8Zs6vJaQmW3nttGSVxLweV45ld3S2Q65fnIO4rtjQ_9U3PvrwPsk8ql0_bQA6ZecLffYhQWovvWwcUSs9p3IEZ9kBAOh6b_aLX0ilzVkrly5jJqtE24xIGtmc0K6ukeNbUb_hRTxZus/s400/6a00d83451c5cc69e200e55084a7dc8834-500wi.jpg" border="0" /></a> Art by Tammy Vitale<br />Visit her website - <a href="http://www.tammyvitale.com/">http://www.tammyvitale.com/</a><br />~<br /><em>Suggested prompt...<br /></em>~</div><div align="center"><strong>Offer her story... write it in 1st person.</strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><p><br /><br />___________________________<br /><br /><strong>I'm feeling bold today<br />so I wore my red dress.<br />Feeling so bold today-<br />not at all the usual mess.<br /><br />I'm feeling bold today<br />so I painted my lips.<br />Feeling so bold today-<br />I could swing my hips.<br /><br />I'm feeling bold today<br />so I wore a red brimmed hat.<br />Feeling so bold today-<br />alone and unguarded I sat.<br /><br />I'm feeling bold today<br />so I stood out for all to see.<br />Feeling so bold today-<br />today I showed everyone me.<br /><br /></strong><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05725881252851352861" rel="nofollow"><strong>Dani</strong></a></p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">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 </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award Button</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> on your blog. Visit the </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award post</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> for the details and the button to download. </span></em></p>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-41969625484422899442009-09-01T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-14T08:58:02.500-07:00Lighthouse<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUXxipGXMVihr4REBxtalMf_oBysaxvbp4yF0tgwlz9dxwyj0aXBrBlcUOMrmJUeSpLfhr-ss7uQ5o_TPsj6GSGzplvrzCbGayFVbBYhZFdN7Ojj8AoqwiHQmXdCd6REcDYxz_zQ6X1J0/s1600-h/IMG_7184.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376509028471603538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUXxipGXMVihr4REBxtalMf_oBysaxvbp4yF0tgwlz9dxwyj0aXBrBlcUOMrmJUeSpLfhr-ss7uQ5o_TPsj6GSGzplvrzCbGayFVbBYhZFdN7Ojj8AoqwiHQmXdCd6REcDYxz_zQ6X1J0/s400/IMG_7184.jpg" border="0" /></a> Photograph by Highlander<br />~<br /><em>Suggested prompt...</em><br />~</div><div align="center"><strong>Include a lighthouse in your writing today.<br /></strong></div><p><br /><br />_________________________<br /><br /><strong>Stand alone<br />You are seen.<br />You shine high and bright.<br />To send me hope<br />That soon the sun will rise<br />And I will breathe that much easier<br />In the morning...<br /><br /></strong><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17145453959752217896" rel="nofollow"><strong>For blue skies.</strong></a></p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">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 </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award Button</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> on your blog. Visit the </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award post</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> for the details and the button to download. </span></em></p>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-61162418464534529482009-08-31T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-14T08:55:53.592-07:00Favorite Meal<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOUNhH4XKZvIWjkzsN63V4TGCRNHSKyWko1fVCgRgFlEtfBll8rhINq4XQeDZRgfqfT13Em_9KiD0a1ltuCwVA6RzVOjXWOx9VcDT7GQ4oanIprwY89GWVr_Tcxv4k1YOMHEY5fvnnAp0/s1600-h/31580059_P7190003pbase.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375984017904584290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOUNhH4XKZvIWjkzsN63V4TGCRNHSKyWko1fVCgRgFlEtfBll8rhINq4XQeDZRgfqfT13Em_9KiD0a1ltuCwVA6RzVOjXWOx9VcDT7GQ4oanIprwY89GWVr_Tcxv4k1YOMHEY5fvnnAp0/s400/31580059_P7190003pbase.jpg" border="0" /></a> Photograph by Kathryn</div><div align="center">for more of Kathryn's photography visit-</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.pbase.com/katwilkens">http://www.pbase.com/katwilkens</a></div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><em>Suggested prompt...</em></div><div align="center">~</div><div align="center"><strong>Describe in delicious detail your favorite meal. Consider all your senses.<br /></strong></div><p><br /><br />_____________________________<br /><br /><strong>He sat alone at the table, his calloused hands folded in his lap. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had such a fine meal. Perhaps never.<br /><br />Footsteps echoed off the walls and he sat up straighter, fidgeted a bit. He closed his eyes to heighten his senses, wanting to savour this moment, burn the memory in his mind.<br /><br />The smell assaulted him first. His mouth watered in Pavlovian reflex and he swallowed thickly, greedily licking his chapped lips. Aroma wrapped around him, caressed him like a familiar lover who promised to fulfill every perverted desire. The plate gently touched the table before him and he waited until the footsteps faded away.<br /><br />Alone again, though he knew he was watched, he slowly opened his eyes and stared at the feast before him: an enormous piece of prime rib—rare—garnished with a large dollop of strong horse radish. Arranged around it in homage to the succulent meat were parisienne potatoes, crisp asparagus and fried mushrooms.<br /><br />He slowly cut into the tender meat then placed a small sliver on his tongue, relished the juices as they filled his mouth. The small morsel all but melted. The crisp outer shell of the potatoes housed a tender white interior. A mushroom cloud of steam erupted when he split them open. The asparagus, steamed to perfection, lay in a pool of melted butter next to over-sized seasoned portabellas.<br /><br />His contented sighs punctuated the silence as he steadily ate through the meal, laying down his utensils after each mouthful, delaying the end as long as possible.<br /><br />Crème brullée was the final indulgence. He tapped the crust gently, watched as the fault undulated across the golden scab, exposing the vulnerable richness beneath. Each spoonful was sheer joy.<br /><br />The utensils now lay across the empty plate, meticulously lined up. He wiped his mouth carefully with the napkin and gently lay it atop the china. His eyes closed briefly as he sent silent thanks to the god he was convinced had long since turned away. He would remember that banquet as long as he lived.<br /><br />He smirked as, once again, the footsteps approached, confirmation that he was watched. How else would they know he was done?<br /><br />“Ready?” The question was asked, as though he had a choice. He merely nodded in reply, rose awkwardly and shuffled towards the door. With one final glance at the barren room, he followed the uniformed fellow out the door.<br /><br />As he hobbled down the long corridor, the chains around his ankles clinked ominously, barely heard above the bellowed “Dead man walking!”<br /><br /></strong><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/15261586665831377609" rel="nofollow"><strong>Monica Manning</strong></a> </p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">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 </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award Button</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> on your blog. Visit the </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award post</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> for the details and the button to download. </span></em></p>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-11604171069727463932009-08-29T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-14T08:53:04.155-07:00Street Food<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSp_aMLKUnyU2S0z4_XCmcGBaBKenL4xdh4wQuIWh0fy-uBi455cOeVYMr7ntU08GtGqvtuJdmyGOf4iCoFPm2WeroKKJMacUJtP_bsKkf7XlvIVPOk15o0ASz8cHnSsT0dd1aMMhQk-E/s1600-h/P1010538.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375372744632032002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSp_aMLKUnyU2S0z4_XCmcGBaBKenL4xdh4wQuIWh0fy-uBi455cOeVYMr7ntU08GtGqvtuJdmyGOf4iCoFPm2WeroKKJMacUJtP_bsKkf7XlvIVPOk15o0ASz8cHnSsT0dd1aMMhQk-E/s400/P1010538.jpg" border="0" /></a> Photo by Kane Hsieh<br />Visit his blog - <a href="http://crimsongb.blogspot.com/">Crimson-G-B</a><br />~<br /><em>Suggested prompt...</em><br />~<br /><strong>Write a poem or story that has a street vendor in it.</strong> </div><p><br /><br />_________________________<br /><br /><strong>Monday to Friday he gathers his stock. Saturday he sets up his stall in the "Epicurean World" Street Market.<br /><br />Monday to Friday he visits flats in slums. Dirt-filled parvements, cracked and unkempt beneath his boots. Landlords who take cash from their tenants, but give little in return.<br /><br />He answers the desperate pleas of the slum dwellers 'This place is crawling with roaches. Please come and get rid of them.'<br /><br />Like a magician in reverse, he magics away their problem. Leaving with a bulging, wriggling sack.<br />At home, he lights the gas under the pot of oil every night. As the smoke begins to rise he tips in the contents of the sack. The hiss, and bubbling soon subsides.<br /><br />He fishes out the contents, and sprinkles them with seasoned salt. Soon, his cotton-lined baskets are full.<br /><br />Saturday morning, bright and early, he sets out his stall. He has an awning to protect his wares. He whisks the covers off his baskets, and awaits the eager buyers.<br /><br />Freshly fried cockroaches. One man's problem, another man's delicacy.<br /><br /></strong><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09333731893253823414" rel="nofollow"><strong>christine</strong></a> </p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">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 </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award Button</span></em></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><em> on your blog.</em> Visit the </span><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award post</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> for the details and the button to download. </span></p>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556512955091936745.post-72490070334391189032009-08-28T00:01:00.000-07:002009-09-14T08:49:33.353-07:00Dark Path<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd1AVeF441YX0e-GBOtXYuUeLwpGswrk0gMoK1BESE0JUF9f_1pM0A0z36x9YQe2Hwo9FhJMPPbinz5Cz2MKqxQviift3ag1-BvxMLYvDGLm1R9RNOz-XSXCXhPkdEMQNtN-74mMUCHQs/s1600-h/field.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375026804940000802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd1AVeF441YX0e-GBOtXYuUeLwpGswrk0gMoK1BESE0JUF9f_1pM0A0z36x9YQe2Hwo9FhJMPPbinz5Cz2MKqxQviift3ag1-BvxMLYvDGLm1R9RNOz-XSXCXhPkdEMQNtN-74mMUCHQs/s400/field.bmp" border="0" /></a> Photo by Brett Trafford<br />visit his site <a href="http://365to42.blogspot.com/">365 to 42</a><br />for more beautiful photographs.<br />~<br /><em>Suggested Prompt...</em><br />~ <div align="center"><strong>Use this image to inspire your writing today.</strong></div></div><p><br /><br />_______________________<br /><br /><strong>Fine damp<br />Threads hang, wetting<br />My face. They thicken and<br />Puff, hiding the path. Trail's end<br />Shimmers.<br /><br /></strong><a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/04295309367485408358" rel="nofollow"><strong>morganna</strong></a><strong> </strong></p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">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 </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award Button</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> on your blog. Visit the </span></em><a href="http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/exceptional-writing-award.html"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Exceptional Writing Award post</span></em></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"> for the details and the button to download. </span></em></p>Laura Jaynehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277887372939757081noreply@blogger.com9