With dreams my journey goes on,
Knowing success never be destination
But negative comments can't hold me back.
#Skylark Challenge 183
To hell with your DREAMs,
Do as I say,
I have poisoned your JOURNEY,
Erased your DESTINATION,
I am the NEGATIVE,
I am your sin.
#SkylarkChallenge 183 (1)
Words to be used:
A JOURNEY from neuron to neuron,
Communication at it's most complex,
NEGATIVE and positive,
Source to DESTINATION,
With the ability to build DREAMS,
And knock down walls.
~ Soaring Skylark
Yet dreams so high.
Negative thoughts never come on the way.
Like a push start vehicle
On and off on the track
Have no DESIGN
Have no fragrance
And no surety
How long would it move,
Is reminiscing those days gone by
When smell of sweat gathered girl friends
And now sprays are seemed useless.
Still too have a will to touch the sky
But feebled WINGS can't FLY
And CHANGE of which out of grasp.
Just an imagination
To DESIGN or CHANGE
All that's to spread WINGS
And FLY any extend.
'Waiting for You. . .'
I'm waiting for you,
On that bridge we met.
I hope we meet again,
No matter how brief the moment.
I will be here,
No matter what the heavens send.
Just to see your smile again,
In the shadow of the sunset. . .
Change grudge mode into generous
And see how Nature's design!
Somewhere dew drops fall
How beautifully wild flowers shine!
How vainly butterfly tries to fly!
By it's wet wings.
Happy Monday Skylarkers!
Congratulations if you completed last week's challenge. This week's image is on a very different theme. We move forward from a fantastical landscape to realistic and naturalistic. It was lovely to see the return of our fellow Skylark, Nidar #454978. Welcome back, Nidar.
ARE YOU READY FOR THE NEXT CHALLENGE?
This week there are four words and use of the photo is optional.
WHAT DOES THIS IMAGE MAKE YOU THINK OF? 🤔
- Study the image carefully.
- Think about the fragility of the butterfly.
- Is the butterfly symbolic?
**Consider what you learnt in the competitive challenges. Apply it here!**
PAUSE. THINK. CREATE... Remember quality is be...
Time's being flown away
But memories're stood by
As some're GREEN, others blue
Yet those're very things to fondle.
Have you ever forgotten?
In those stary nights,
When western horizon touched that ROCK,
Then how many STARS we counted?
Have you ever forgotten?
That we sat under the mango tree,
And how many tender mangos we gathered,
And how many play houses we built?
DISTANT destination we travel,even
My SWIRLING memories often call you,
Come once more under the mango tree,
Before our last siron sounds,
Could you ever?
Could you ever forget that we sat upon the flat rock and how much stars we counted?
For me, all remain green in heart but yours slightly distant
Like a missing moon in the swirling clouds.
Like a rock his heart so tough,
Is nature too strangely distant,
Yet she expects green signal vainly
As stars among the swirling clouds.