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COLOR YOUR WORLD 2017 – REFLECTION

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COLOR YOUR WORLD 2017 – REFLECTION

Color Your World 2017 Wrap Up

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Yes, the challenge is over for this year. I will miss finding photos for posting the color of the day.

I enjoyed going through my photo albums, my online photos, and taking new ones for the challenge. It was fun, and yet tedious at times, trying to find something to match. A lot of the Crayola Crayon colors were so similar, and my eyes couldn’t tell the difference between them!

Thank you, Jennifer, for hosting the challenge again this year. 🙂

I’ll look forward to next time, in whatever changes or form it evolves into.

Thank you to all who stopped by here to have a look, leave a like or a comment! I truly appreciate each and every one of you. I certainly enjoyed seeing what you all posted, too

Until next time…have a colorful rest of the year. 🙂 xo

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© 2017 BS

COLOR YOUR WORLD – SALMON

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Today’s color to match is called Salmon, a sort of pink/orange?

Find out more about this challenge by clicking below:

Color Your World – Salmon

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Toy Dinosaur (grand-daughter fed him a raisin)

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© 2016 BS

3 IN 1 CHALLENGE – January 4th

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3 IN 1 CHALLENGE – January 4th

Today I’ve combined 3 different blog challenges into one poem. It did take awhile to figure out how to get all the requirements to work together.

The 3 pages can be found by clicking each one.

http://jennifernicholewells.com/2016/01/04/color-your-world-aquamarine/

https://www.facebook.com/groups/WritingPoetryGroup/578633032292993/?notif_t=group_activity

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/prompt-facts/

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For Color Your World, the prompt color is Aquamarine

For Poets on the Page, we were asked to imagine if you were not yourself, to drop all pretenses, to be your authentic self

For Mindlovemiserysmenagerie, prompt # 92, is a Wordle, which is to take a list of given words, use 10 of them, to write a poem or story using these words. The words to choose from were… punitive, tepid, calendar, season, sad, arrhythmic, cursive, tomorrow, swallow, aquamarine, affirmation, pulchritude…

Thank you to the hosts of these three blog challenges, for keeping things fun and interesting 🙂

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GHOST WITH AQUAMARINE EYES

Who would I be, if not me anymore

Stripped of my being, right down to the core

I’ll open tomorrow with an arrhythmic swallow

Banish the sad, the tepid, and follow

For awhile, for a season, on the calendar year

An affirmation that I hold dear

With a flourish, a shout, a cursive flair

I’ll be the Ghost, I’ll still be there

Myself as myself, there are no lies

I am the Ghost with Aquamarine Eyes.

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COLOR YOUR WORLD – # 2 – “ANTIQUE BRASS”

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COLOR YOUR WORLD – # 2 – “ANTIQUE BRASS”

The color of the day is Antique Brass. Thank you, Jennifer, for hosting this challenge 🙂

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The little cabin in the North Carolina woods was the home of Steve and Ghost. It was an eclectic mix of witchery and charms, which blended in nicely with their modern day hippie lifestyle, and well suited for the musicians.

Driving the long, dirt road leading up to the gravel drive in front of the cabin, you see the weathered wood structure, rustic in it’s simplicity. You hesitate a few moments, as you sit in your car, wondering if you dare get out.

A set of rickety, board steps lead onto a large, covered porch. There are a couple of chipped coffee cups sitting there, on the porch railing, as if someone had recently been standing there, watching you approach. Did you just see the yellowed, lace curtain twitch back? Your heart skips a beat.

You shouldn’t be afraid. Steve and Ghost are well known, and liked in the small town of Missing Mile, and they are friendly. Yet, still you hesitate on this first visit to their house. A thought crosses your mind, why am I here? You’ve momentarily forgotten. Taking a deep breath, you get out of your car.

The hushed absence of sound, way back here in the woods, is deafening. Not even a bird makes a twitter in the pine trees. It’s as if every creature is waiting for your next move. You step forward, your shoes crunching the gravel…the only sound.

As you set a foot on the first, half-rotted porch step, it creaks. Then, looking farther up, you see the large blue and yellow pentagram, painted on the wood, right in front of the door. Gulping, you feel a shudder flow through your body. Then, you remember. Ghost has spoken of painting his warding off sign, many times before. He said it was to repel evil spirits. But, should you step on it, or over it? Would it bring bad luck?

Looking to your right, you see the old porch swing, gently swaying, even though there is no breeze. A colorful crocheted Afghan is draped haphazardly across the back and seat. You’ve heard stories of Ghost’s grandmother, now deceased. Some people called her a witch, because of her odd ways, and herbal medicines. She must have been the one to have made the Afghan.

You turn back to the front door. When you pull back the old-fashioned screen door, you gasp, seeing a grotesque face staring at you, at eye level.  But, it’s only a door knocker…an antique brass gargoyle, with a large ring through it’s nose. Closing your eyes for a second, you know you’ll have to touch it, to knock on the door, but you know you know you don’t want to. why am I here…why am I here? you whisper.

Not wanting to step on the pentagram, you stretch your arm out, to try to grab the nose ring. Barely reaching it, you find it is icy cold, and you shiver, but you pull it back, then let it go. It strikes three times, as it bounces against the metal plate behind it.

That’s all you can manage. You are breathing fast, ready to turn and run, when you see the door slowly opening, and there is Ghost, smiling his crooked grin at you.

“Hey, come on in…I got coffee.”

You smile back, and follow him inside. You are inside the little cabin in the woods, wondering what other strange things you’ll see, and hoping you remember why you’re here.

The end…or not…

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This was just a little extra for “Two Souls: Into the Fire”… my continuing fan fiction story I write on my other blog, which I invite you to visit, also here .*

*I claim no ownership of the characters, as they were created by Poppy Z. Brite, in her novel, “Lost Souls”. The situations I write, are from my own imagination.

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© 2016 BS