Here in Eastbourne, we had a wonderful display of the Northern Lights a few days ago, local writer Vicki posted this... https://wp.me/pdMdyl-108 https://josephmasonauthor.com/about/ Please help a thirsty author and treat me to a coffee https://www.buymeacoffee.com/josephiu Thank you.
Blushed can symbolise a whole world of emotions, from sunrise's first rays to autumn leaves' quiet confession or a bride's first kiss.. Sunrise kisses cheeks, Petals whisper soft secrets, Blushing world awakes. ... Crimson dusk paints skies, Hearts throb with unseen longing, Soft blush hides the truth. ... Autumn leaves turn red, Nature's blush in silent fall, Seasons' love confessed. https://josephmasonauthor.com/about/ Please help a thirsty author and treat me to a coffee https://www.buymeacoffee.com/josephiu Thank you.
Uncertainty grips as we enter the cave, just cold earth above like the view from a grave, we go deeper in, and the darkness prevails, with troublesome lighting that too often fails. Deeper and deeper, and colder and wetter, this trip into hell does not get any better. At last the gradient goes upwards a …
A photo of the Atlas Mountains near Agadir, Morocco. I have just returned from two weeks in Morocco. I want to pretend it was for research on a new novel or travel blog. But it wasn't. It was just a holiday with my wife. When I was here, I had a conversation. It wasn't much …
Hidden regions of my mindunexplored, ignored, for fearof what is hiding there.We do not wish to know, to go, to enter or venture into such adventure,whether engraved, depraved, enslaved orlost, or lust, a must that cannot be explored, just deplored, and preferably ignored, bored and left to rot. Help a thirsty author and fund me …
Leaves rustle softly, Wind conducts a whispered score— Trees hum their secrets. Raindrops on petals, Pitter-patter percussion— Earth applauds the shower. Sunset’s golden strings, Birdsong crescendos at dusk— Nature bows, encore. Help a thirsty author and fund me a coffee https://www.buymeacoffee.com/josephiu
How often do you walk or run? In the morning light, beneath the sun, How often do you walk or run? Through fields of green or city streets, With every step, your heart it beats.Do you wander paths unknown, Or tread the trails you've always known? In the quiet dawn or evening's glow, How often …
Kimo poems are an Israeli/Hebrew version of haiku. Apparently, there is a need for more syllables in Hebrew. That said, most of the rules are still familiar: 3 lines. No rhymes. 10 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, and 6 in the third. Also, the kimo is focused on a single frozen …
Pink petals descend,Whispers of springtime’s embrace—Blossoms kiss the breeze Amid morning dew,Sparrow flits with whispered grace—Sky’s secret revealed. Autumn leaves, mottled—Sunlight weaves through ancient oaks,Whispers of time’s touch. Help a thirsty author and fund me a coffee https://www.buymeacoffee.com/josephiu
