
I like to catch the light in the leaves. I love trees. My 11th post for NaBloPoMo.
I like to catch the light in the leaves. I love trees. My 11th post for NaBloPoMo.
I spotted this Artichoke Agave while out walking. #desertliving
This is my 10th post for NaBloPoMo. That’s it. That’s all I’ve got.
Eating violet
Spiked globes of thistle, a
Defensive dinner
I wrote this haiku tonight to go with this photo of purple artichokes that I brought home in February. I don’t know why Ive waited so long been to write about this pretty picture. A delayed but delightful pairing?
This post is the ninth in what I hope to be a series of 30 posts in honor of NaBloPoMo.
My thoughts are spinning. Each with emotional images swirling, overlapping, and fracturing. I blink and exhale. My mind begins to pace my breath. My breath slows, my thoughts calm.
Tonight, I created this image using Silk Paints while thinking about the cycle of life and the promp: “Why am I doing the things I am doing right now?” This post is the eighth in what I hope to be a series of 30 posts in honor of NaBloPoMo.
Special thanks to Eliza David Lady Writer, for sharing her writing prompts for NaBloPoMo. See her list of 30 prompts at http://elizadavid.com/nablopomo2020/.
I hope to dream the serene green of peace tonight. Peace be with you too.
I wrote created this image using ArtRage. This post is the seventh in what I hope to be a series of 30 posts in honor of NaBloPoMo.
Doing the right thing
Matters--Count all the votes!
Shouldn't be so hard
© 2020 Steph Abbott. All rights reserved. On Wednesday, November 4, 2020, I created this image while binge watching The West Wing. This is the fourth in what I hope to be a series of 30 posts in honor of NaBloPoMo.
Special thanks to Eliza David Lady Writer, for sharing her writing prompts for NaBloPoMo. The prompt for Day 4: “What if everything is as it should be? How would that make me feel?” See her list of 30 prompts at http://elizadavid.com/nablopomo2020/.
Looking for flowers
She stepped, skipped, and lept
Hopeful to the end
© 2020 Steph Abbott. All rights reserved. On Tuesday, November 3, 2020, I created this image using ArtRage and wrote this haiku while binge watching The West Wing. This is the third in what I hope to be a series of 30 posts in honor of NaBloPoMo.
For at least a few posts this month, I’m following writing prompts for NaBloPoMo. The prompt for Day 3 was “How would I like people to remember me when I am no longer here?” See this and other prompts at http://elizadavid.com/nablopomo2020/.
I hope today isn't my last day, because I want to see when "us" realize that we are "them" too.
© 2020 Steph Abbott. All rights reserved. On Monday, November 2, 2020, I created this image using Silk Paints and wrote this open verse while binge watching The West Wing. This is the second in what I hope to be a series of 30 posts in honor of NaBloPoMo.
Specialthanks to Eliza David Lady Writer, for sharing her writing prompts for NaBloPoMo. The prompt for Day 2: “If this was my last day, would I be satisfied with my life?” See her list of 30 prompts at http://elizadavid.com/nablopomo2020/.
Squatting in rosettes She prickles on surreal land A scape to bloom bright
© 2020 Steph Abbott. All rights reserved. On Sunday, November 1, 2020, I created this image using Artrage and wrote this haiku in anxious anticipation of the general election. This is the first in what I hope to be a series of 30 posts in honor of NaBloPoMo.
After last night’s hen party, I felt a bit peckish. I scrambled for something to eat, and found a single egg laying in the carton. Before the rancid yolk hit the sizzling surface, I cringed from the foul smell. Turns out, my simple task wasn’t going to be over easy.
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About this post: I am creating something everyday this month. For Day 9, I fear I may have ran a foul of the writing prompt: “What is your favorite weekend breakfast and why? Tell us a bit about the memories you have associate with it. And maybe share a recipe if you have one?” courtesy of Lis of the NaBloPoMo Revival group.
I confess this was not my favorite breakfast. But I just spent the day trading bad puns with good friends, poaching their ideas. Now, I fear I will have to eat crow.
©2018 Stephanie Abbott. All rights reserved.