Saturday, December 28, 2019

Sunday Muse # 88


Glad you are here at the Muse wonderful writers. We hope the photo speaks to you, and look forward to reading your words.  You all know the shpeel; write, link, and visit others along the way.
Have fun everyone & Happy New Year!

Saturday, December 21, 2019

Sunday Muse # 87


Hello wonderful Musers!  It is Carrie today and I have another photo for you to muse to.  I hope you all have a wonderful Holiday week ahead and look forward to visiting your blogs, and reading your words. 
Have fun everyone!


Saturday, December 14, 2019

Sunday Muse # 86

Hello, Musers! It's me, Fireblossom, with your weekend picture prompt. Check out the image, see what it says to you, write about it, then link, visit, have fun!

Saturday, December 7, 2019

Muse # 85

Photography by Guy Kawasaki

Welcome to ~The Sunday Muse~ amazing writers! You know the procedure, ponder, write, link up, and visit others along the way.  Next week it will be the lovely and talented Shay hosting.  I cannot wait to see her image of inspiration!
Have fun everyone!


Saturday, November 30, 2019

Muse # 84

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Hope everyone is enjoying a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend! Ponder the image, write, write write, link up, visit others and as always,
H a v e   f u n   e v e r y o n e !


Saturday, November 23, 2019

Sunday Muse #83

"After the Rain" by Cyril Rolando

So glad you are here at the Sunday Muse! You know how it goes.....ponder, write, link, and visit others along the way.  Have fun everyone!


Saturday, November 16, 2019

Sunday Muse #82

Hey there Sunday Musers. Fireblossom here with an image for you to write to. You know what to do--write, post, link, visit! ;-)

Saturday, November 9, 2019

Sunday Muse # 81

Photography by Sarolta Ban
View website HERE

So glad you are here at the Sunday Muse.  You know the score: let the photo move you to write, share, link, and visit others along the way.
Enjoy!


Saturday, November 2, 2019

Sunday Muse # 80

 Photography by Oladios
"I can't see the end of me."
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So glad you have decided to join us today.  Let the photo speak to you, and then speak to us in poetry, prose, or whatever makes you happy. Link in the linky of course, and visit others along the way, but above all else,
Have fun everyone!

Saturday, October 26, 2019

Sunday Muse # 79

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You have arrived at yet another prompt at the Muse.  
Ponder the options, write, link up, and visit others along the way. 
 Enjoy the weekend everyone!
Happy writing!!


Saturday, October 19, 2019

Sunday Muse #78

Behold, the weekend,
and time for the Sunday Muse!
Today's image is called "The Architect"
and is done by 
ERIK JOHANSSON.
Visit him at
https://www.erikjo.com/
His page says it is okay to use his images
as long as credit is given, 
so please do that.
Write, link, visit.
Do as I say or perish.
Okay, you won't perish, but still. :-P

Saturday, October 12, 2019

Muse # 77

Rebeca Cygnus Photography
visit her website HERE

Glad all you writers stopped by today.  You know the drill, write, link, and visit others along the way.  Next week (Oct 12-13) will be hosted by one of my favorite poets in the whole world, you know who she is..........*Shay* and I am certain she will have an amazing photo in store for us all!
Have fun everyone!

Saturday, October 5, 2019

Sunday Muse # 76

"The Weight of Groans" Photography by Julie de Waroquier
Click here to see her website.

Hello musing enthusiasts so glad you stopped by today.
You know what to do and you do it well.
I look forward to seeing you around the blogasphere.
Have fun everyone!

Saturday, September 28, 2019

Sunday Muse # 75

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So glad you have stopped by today! Let the image be your muse, link up, and visit others in your journey.
Have fun everyone!

Saturday, September 21, 2019

Sunday Muse # 74

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Hello all you wonderful Musers out there!  You know the drill, let the photo speak to you, write, link up, and visit others along the way.  
Have fun everyone!

Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Harvest Moon

Hello Wednesday Musers. We have just had the full Harvest moon. It was a beauty!

The Japanese have a name for the harvest moon:  meigetsu. It is so called because it makes it's appearance around the autumnal equinox.

Write me a poem or even a prose about the harvest moon, gazing at it, it lighting your landscape, etc. You can even use photos of the 2019 full moon for your inspiration if you choose!

Make it brief, no more than 150 words, please. Let the beauty and mystery of the full moon inspire you




Sunday, September 15, 2019

Sunday Muse #73

Hello Musers! Sorry the prompt is a little late. You know the drill: dig the image, write a poem or flash 55 for it, and link, read, enjoy!

Tuesday, September 10, 2019

The Word

Welcome to Wednesday Muse. A Japanese word today for the prompt. How many of you have daydreamed? How many of you have gazed at the moon, at the distant landscape, at the ocean and let your thoughts go silent?

Today is the word is "boketto" (boe-kay-toe) which in Japanese means: gazing at the distant landscape with an empty mind. I would like you all to gaze at whatever you choose and let your minds go silent.

Then write a poem - a stream of consciousness poem, a few words you came up with while gazing, a story you made up while looking at the stars. That's it. Plain and simple. Boketto. Gaze into the distance and let it speak it you.  
Photo by Joshua Earle on Unsplash


Saturday, September 7, 2019

Sunday Muse # 72

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So glad you joined us today!  Here is another photo for your musing pleasure.  You know what to do, just remember to visit others along the way.
  Have fun everyone!

Tuesday, September 3, 2019

Wednesday Muse: No Music Music Prompt

Hello Wednesday Muse Folk! I am back from hiatus and have all kinds of ideas for future prompts. Today I want to give you a non-music music prompt? Is it a poem? Maybe so, maybe not. It is the lyrics to a song sans music with a couple of phrases pulled out for you to form your poem around.

"Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me"
I can't light no more of your darkness
All my pictures seem to fade to black and white
I'm growing tired and time stands still before me
Frozen here on the ladder of my life

Too late to save myself from falling
I took a chance and changed your way of life
But you misread my meaning when I met you
Closed the door and left me blinded by the light

Don't let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see
I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me

I can't find the right romantic line
But see me once and see the way I feel
Don't discard me just because you think I mean you harm
But these cuts I have they need love to help them heal


The phrases I have pulled out are:
Frozen here on the ladder of my life
I took a chance and changed your way of life
But these cuts I have they need love to heal

Pick one or none of them. Let the words inspire you. I prefer that you not listen to the music. Bernie Taupin wrote his poems without music. Elton John provided the music. I want you all to provide the poem.

So get to writing Wednesday Musers! I am looking forward to what you come up with. 




Saturday, August 31, 2019

Sunday Muse # 71


Photography by Svetlana Belyaeva click HERE for website.

So glad you are here!  Let the photo move you to write something wonderful, then link up, and visit others along the way.
Have fun everyone!

Saturday, August 24, 2019

Sunday Muse # 70

Photography by Ali Falak Image Source

Hello all you wonderful Musers out there!  So glad you stopped by! You know the sequence: let the photo be your muse, link up, and visit others along the way.
Also, wanted to let you all know that the Wednesday Muse will be on hold for a while.  It will continue in the future.  Toni is taking a much deserved and needed break.  We will keep you posted on its return.


Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Wednesday Muse: The Beach

Howdy. It is Wednesday and I am musing. Actually, I am thinking about the beach, or the lake, or the river. I am thinking about September looming large over the horizon.  

Write about whatever floats your boat whatever the surface may be. Give me a poem about the ocean, the lake, the end of summer...make it sad, funny, wistful, climate change and the rising of the oceans - not any creatures in peril though. Write about walking in the surf, sitting on a pier, the blue of the water.  You get my drift. Write about love on the sand if you have a mind too. Boardwalks, sunburns, salt water taffy, the smell of french fries or fried clams.  It is up to you.


Comment on the other poets' works too. Just don't drop and run. Have fun with this prompt.
Photo by Rebeca G Souza from Pexels


Saturday, August 17, 2019

Sunday Muse # 69

Lion Afternoon by Jacek Yerka
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Hello wonderful writers, so glad you stopped by.  You know the score, let the photo be your guide , link up, and visit others along the way.
Have fun everyone!


Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Wednesday Muse ~Cicadas!

Last week the prompt was butterflies. This week the prompt is cicadas. This time of year cicadas are sawing, buzzing, thrumming away.
To me this sound represents the sound of summer, the beginning of the end of summer. 

Cicadas in ancient times and cultures represented rebirth, renewal. Beautiful sculptures of colored jade, stone, wood were carved and are now in museums.

Write me a poem about the summer winding down. The last bounty of vegetables from the garden, the days getting shorter. Any signs you see or hear or feel in your part of the country. In just a few short weeks it will be September.

Write about rebirth and/or renewal if you would rather. Write both if you like! Write away! Link your poem to Mr. Linky and don't forget to visit the other poets. If someone comments on your poem, return the courtesy. This is how our community grows. Snd visit back later in the week!

Here is the sound of cicadas: https://youtu.be/mah26og11ms


Saturday, August 10, 2019

Sunday Muse # 68

Photography by Edouard Boubat

So glad you have stopped by today.  Let the photo speak to you, then link up, and visit others along the way.
Have fun everyone!


Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Wednesday Muse: Butterflies!

One word for you all today - butterflies.

A happy prompt, one of light and joy. We have so much nagativity and darkness in the world today, I thought I would give you all some hope and let you all return the favor.

"The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough."  Rabindranath Tradore






Saturday, August 3, 2019

Sunday Muse # 67

Photo by Thiago Matos from Pexels

Welcome to the Muse everyone! You know the score, link, comment, and above all:
Have fun everyone!

Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Wednesday Muse - Summer Rain

Hello Wednesday Musers!  Let's get wet.  Summer rain runs the gamut from light brief showers to pouring down deluge to long soft rains.

I would like for you all to write a poem about summer rain. It it is the welcome rain after a long drought, the brief shower that occurs while the sun is shining or the sudden kablam! of a sudden rain that occurs out of the blue.

Let's also read the poems of people we have not commented on before. Let us be the welcome rain after a drought of comments.

Get out your umbrellas! Let's write!


Saturday, July 27, 2019

Sunday Muse # 66

"One Day I'll Fly Away"  Photography by Hayley Roberts
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Today it is Carrie bringing you a photo for your musing pleasure.  As always, link, visit others, and have fun everyone!


Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Wednesday Muse: Night Sounds

Hi musers; It is the time of the year when all of nature is wide awake and telling us humans about it it.  In the summer, the whole night puts forth its symphony.

Crickets, cicadas, owls, bats, frogs, toads, deer, roaming domestic and feral animals - they all make sounds.  Their naturals body sounds, sounds of the animals moving through grasses and bushes, sounds of birds at night - they all unite their voices.

Write me a poem about the night sounds you hear.  Incorporate some of the smells too if you like.  I like sitting on my back porch and listening to the small tree frogs open their mouths and make their deep bwaaaamp, bwaaamp! when they sense moisture in the air - the coming of rain.  My next favorite sound is the sound of cicadas with their rattling and sawing sounds.  To me it is THE sound of summer.

Here is a poem about cicadas:

Cicadas At The End of Summer

by Martin Walls

Whine as though a pine tree is bowing a broken violin,

As though a bandsaw cleaves a thousand thin sheets of

titanium;

They chime like freight wheels on a Norfolk Southern
slowing into town.

But all you ever see is the silence.
Husks, glued to the underside of maple leaves.
With their nineteen fifties Bakelite lines they'd do
just as well hanging from the ceiling of a space
museum —

What cicadas leave behind is a kind of crystallized memory;
The stubborn detail of, the shape around a life turned

The color of forgotten things: a cold broth of tea & milk
in the bottom of a mug.
Or skin on an old tin of varnish you have to lift with
lineman's pliers.
A fly paper that hung thirty years in Bird Cooper's pantry

in Brighton.


The sounds of a cicada

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Saturday, July 20, 2019

Sunday Muse #65

Fireblossom here with your Sunday Muse image to write to. I hope it stirs some good poetry! You know what to do...write, link, visit, enjoy.

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Wednesday Muse: American Sentence

Hi Musers!  Good to see you all back from vacation. I just took a break and didn't do anything.  But I did think of some more prompts.

Today, I am going to introduce you all to the American Sentence if you haven't met it yet.  If you have, then I am helping you renew your acquaintance.  The American Sentence was created by Allen Ginsberg.  Ginsberg was born in 1926 in Newark. NJ and went to Columbia University in NYC.  He was one of the original Beat Poets along with Neal Cassady, Jack Keroac and William S. Burroughs.  As great and prolific a poet as he was, he couldn't get a handle on haiku, felt it didn't translate well into English.  LOL.  He was into Zen and into Japan but he couldn't do haiku.  I think it was the strict rules that he couldn't deal with.  Anyway, he created the American Sentence.  A complete sentence of 17 syllables that is a poem.

Odd?  Not really when you think that most of us write poetry in complete or incomplete sentences anyway.  Unlike haiku, the sentences can be titled.  We all have the thoughts that poetry has to be long and full of words.  Like the Japanese, I learned they do not.  So did Girnberg.  Here are a few below that he wrote to  inspire you:
  • "Tompkins Square Lower East Side N.Y."
  • "Four skinheads stand in the streetlight rain chatting under an umbrella."
  • "Put on my tie in a taxi, short of breath, rushing to meditate."
  • "That grey-haired man in business suit and black turtleneck thinks he's still young."
  • "Bearded robots drink from Uranium coffee cups on Saturn's ring."
  • "Crescent moon, girls chatter at twilight on the bus ride to Ankara."
  • "Salmonella Lesson - Who knew a tainted cantaloupe could force me to sit and write all day."
  • "Curiosity speaks - A stranger's glance and pointed finger prompted this poem I write, right now"
Ezra Pound once wrote:  "Condense, condense, condense" He would have better said "Condense."  I have been going through some of my older poems and condensing.  Do you ever do that?  Well, condense an old poem into a 17 syllable complete sentence or write a new one!  And here is a pic of handsome nerdy Allen (when he was young) to inspire you further.  Here is an American Sentence of my own:

Handsome nerdy Allen Ginsberg, couldn't write haiku so he created an all new poetry.