A New Beginning

A new day begins

Surrounded by clear black night

The coolness of the air

Wrapping us together

In a new love affair

Awaiting the new dawns glimpses

Through the darkness of the skies

The first light colors a secret to

only our eyes

Hues of grey, burgundy then red

Peaking through in the newness of

The morning

Whispering welcome

to the new day ahead

An artists palette is the view

Shades of bright yellow,

Then orange, pinks

and blue

The softness of the morning born

Like a piece of art

The sunrise, thy sky adorn

Another new day begins

Tucked together under

each other’s wings

A new love

A new beginning

#writephoto~Sue Vincent

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Janette Bendle February 2019

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Sunset

Thursday photo prompt: Setting #writephoto


Jagged edges

a perfect silhouette

Darkness please wait

I’m not done looking yet



The suns rays flattering

the irregular landscape

The sun is setting

darkness arrives, no escape



The horizon changes

from orange to black

the sun disappears

It whispers

I will be back


Shadows

Thursday photo prompt : Shadow

Thursday photo prompt: Shadows #writephoto

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Darkness follows me

Shadows swallow me

Light and dark

Playing together

Merging outlines like an

Invisible tether 

Darkness with light

Casting shadows upon us

Behind us

Beside us

They disappear, go to sleep

Within the threshold of the night 

Shadows follow

Shadows mimic

Occasional distortion 

movement rhythmic

Dark shadows re-appearing on a sunny day

As night befalls

Our shadows run away

As the dawn peaks over the horizon

Our shadows reappear eager to resume dancing to the tune of the sun risin

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Photo Sue Vincent

Author Janette Bendle

The Bone

#writephoto Bone

I once lived in a field

So lush, so green

I loved my life, just me

and the other nineteen

 

Once a paddock so lush and green

No rain

No water

The land grew dry

The herd grew lean

 

One by one

my friends left the fields we once grazed

Sanctuaries came forward

My friends, my herd

I’m joyful,

they were saved

 

I was happy in my field so beautiful

So green

I am now nameless

Just a bone

I was overseen

 

In a dry paddock I am all alone

Just remnants of what was

I am just a bone

 

I watch from above

I am at peace, I make amends

I am a soul on a journey

I hold no grudge

You rescued my friends 

 

 

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Little girl lost

#writephoto Faraway

Awoken by screaming and crying, the little girl huddled deeper below the blankets of the little single bed she was sleeping in.

Her friend was lying next to her, shivering. They held each other, too scared to move, for what seemed like hours.

A loud crash, startled them, followed by the door opening, light streaming in. There she was, a beautiful mum crying, “darling get up”, we have to go, the words were broken through her sobs

The little girl jumped out of bed, dressed quickly, rubbing her eyes, in confusion or was it the brightness of the light, she didn’t know. She did as her mum said.

She took her mums hand, they walked into the warm night. It was such a long walk for a little girl. She wondered but did not ask out loud “where is my dad and our green car”. Her mum was so sad, they didn’t talk.

The heartbroken mum tucked her little girl into bed, left the room and sat in the lounge. The little girl could hear her sobs. Please Mum don’t cry she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

At 7 years old she was unaware of the events that had taken place that night.

Her mum was her world and her pain cut deep. Why was her mummy so sad, she did not understand her pain, even after her Mum explained that her daddy had left her to live far faraway with her best friends mum.

The little girl thought this was a good thing. It meant she didn’t have to be scared anymore, it meant she could now sleep with her mum. The childs father was very strict. He never hurt her but he ruled his house with an iron fist. She was nervous when he was home, which thankfully was not often. He did love his daughter, but he didn’t really like children and it showed.

Excited to be returning to school after having a day off, she was full of news. She stood proudly in front of her class at show and tell. “My daddy went to live with my friends mummy”

The teachers mouth dropped, shocked at what she heard and filled with sadness for the Childs mother. She took the girl aside, she cuddled her and asked, “are you alright dear? Yes Yes she innocently replied.

“I can now sleep with my mum”

The girl found out many years later, that the teacher had rang her mum and told her of her daughters statement.

The mother was sad for a very long time.

Many years later, I am saddened for that 7 year old girl, not sad that her dad had left her. Sad that she never missed him as a child. I am sad that while he was in his faraway life, living a comfortable life, some would say in luxury, he was childless and always ready for a party. I wondered, had he thought about his wife and the little girl he left behind? Did he wonder how many hours a week that mother had to work to support his child.

In his new life faraway, did he wonder what his little girl was doing, what she looked like. Did he wonder what affect he had had on his daughter?

Did he not realize that she grew up not knowing what it was like to have a father or to sit on her daddy’s knee. He didn’t know that a father was supposed to be a little girls first love. Did he know that as a child, she never missed him.

As an adult, only then did it affect her, she realized her daddy didn’t love her enough to stay. As an adult, she realized how much not having her dad affected her. It was then and only then in her adult world, she cried. She still cries.

He was to busy living his new life far far faraway.

He missed out on a wonderful life with a most beautiful woman. A life with his wife and his little daughter.

He lived too faraway and that little girl never did see her dad while she was a child. She has never forgotten how he made her feel, she has never forgotten that night, but, she has always been thankful for the beautiful gift he gave her, her mother.

She is no longer a little girl and she did see him again, but that is a whole other story

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My minds waterfall

Thursday photo prompt: Fall #writephoto

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Close my eyes

Take me somewhere

Peaceful and serene

A journey in my mind

Somewhere I’ve never been

 

Eyes are closed

My mind is open

I travel a never-ending hallway

On each side of me

Door after door

How do I pick the right one

to go somewhere I’ve never been before

 

I stop, I stare

I open, I dare

My guide in brilliant light

Welcoming, beckoning

I’m drawn to this ethereal sight

 

He lays his gentle hand on mine

My source, my light

So pure, divine

 

I am standing at the water’s edge

He is gone, but somehow I know he is still watching

The gentle rhythm of the water

It tickles my toes

Drawing me in

Away from life’s shadows

Submerged below this watery inland sea

I see myself from above being led away

Gliding, floating

Calmness

I breathe, closed eyes open, my heart is at play

 

Tranquil in my heady space

I surface, the water barely ripples

I arrive at my landing place

Appreciation fills my closed eyes

Somehow I see everything

The cascading water, the rocky formation

Somehow I hear every little sound

The falling water, splattering

As it hits the lake with a splash

Falling pebbles pat pat

Leaves crackle

Somehow l feel everything

Velvety water cleansing

My heart, my soul

I feel so small

Standing beneath my minds waterfall

 

I am lost within my imagination

My mind engaged in a rapt contemplation

I return, I open my eyes

I have now completed with a happy heart

Today’s meditation