Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Letters C or D
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Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Letters A or B
All I ask, the Heaven above..
The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: The Road Taken and Wanderlust
(Update: Umm… so having felt a …er..wee bit guilty about using a post from a past challenge, here is the dedicated one for Wanderlust: Oh Wanderlust! The places you take me… )
All I Ask Is Heaven Above…
LUMINOUS sapphire skies
Woolgathering in glee
Blowing thinking-clouds
Bubbles of fantasy…
IN amber fairy dust
Blooms n’ buzzing bees
Racing to the horizon
The rolling emerald fields
THIS wanderlust I love
Nothing more I seek
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me…
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Road Trip. 2016. To Mackinac Island. Some iPhone pictures of the road, taken on the road. No filter or enhancing was needed for the stunning blues and greens.
On reaching the Mackinaw City, we took a ferry to the Mackinac Island all bikes no motor vehicles.
Ever since I read it the first time in high school, R.L. Stevenson’s The Vagabond stayed with as a beautiful memory appealing my ‘wanderer self’. I LOVE this poem. I cant help but reproduce it here and see if you feel it speak to your soul as it did to mine.
The Vagabond by Robert Louis Stevenson
Give to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above
And the byway night me.
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Bread I dip in the river —
There’s the life for a man like me,
There’s the life for ever.
Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o’er me;
Give the face of earth around
And the road before me.
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I seek, the heaven above
And the road below me.
Or let autumn fall on me
Where afield I linger,
Silencing the bird on tree,
Biting the blue finger;
White as meal the frosty field —
Warm the fireside haven —
Not to autumn will I yield,
Not to winter even!
Not to winter even!
Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o’er me;
Give the face of earth around,
And the road before me.
Wealth I ask not, hope, nor love,
Nor a friend to know me.
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me.
My Solitude, sunset, the sea
The Daily Post: A Good Match -Photo Challenge. The sunset and the sea is better than a good match for my solitude at the final hours of the day…
Eyes wide shut under the flying veil of hair
Rumbling ocean reverberates, flushing the day’s wear
Gulls forlorn cawing, split the brined air
Emotions shudder helpless, on a wing ‘n a prayer
Encompassing solitude deepens, skins my soul bare
By the calming sea, ‘n the darkening glare
Of the crimson sunset, I feel so aware…
The Spirit of the Kites…
I stumbled upon this interesting WordPress weekly photo challenge. Check it out here to participate.
THE SPIRIT OF THE KITES, AGAINST THE ODDS!
BEFORE we came, and after we arrived
The mountains moved, and the waters realigned
But gravity stayed, rigid, un-compromised.
FOUR kingdoms subservient to the Gravity gods
Yet these puny kites, how they soar ‘n how they drop
The spirit of the kites, flying against the odds…
(The above picture shows summer skies of 2016 in Mackinac Island, Michigan. While the island and the waters and the people, all earthbound, were enjoying the the sunshine from down below, a dozen kites took flight and dared for the skies…)
Madame Zenista 
