The Pink Journal

Queen of color

Transform me

Queen of air

Uplift me

Queen of beauty

Inspire me 

BERRY SWEET

Creamy center

Paw dipped in milk

Coconut shows

Dark chocolate

Almond on top

My bitty one

RATING: G

SUMMARY: description of a mountain peak.

A/N: I just thought of the most peaceful place I could. I don’t know if its detailed enough for the assignment but this is how it came out in my head.

PROMPT: 7/12/12 muse prompts (detailed setting)

WORD COUNT: 170

MOUNTAIN'S PEAK

The sky is the color of cornflowers at this altitude. The fluffy clouds drift slowly creating shape after shape as they go. A lone eagle circles overhead. Its screeching cry fills the air.

The tall pines crowd the slope. Each one is trying to be the tallest. Their limbs invade each other’s space. The smell of pine pitch and wet leaves fill the senses. The chilled damp seeps into everything.

The scurry of a small animal breaks the silence created by the eagle’s cry.  The cracking of twigs and the rustling of leaves mark it’s path. The sound lessens as the little furry creature moves away.

The trickling of a stream can be heard in the distance as it travels to the valley below. Silver water flows over smooth rocks. Fish travel from here to there.

The dappled sunlight falls on the outcrop of rock. The moss and lichen cover the hard stone. Greens and grays lay mottled on its surface.

This is a place. This is the mountain's peak.

Sit with me and have a swing

I will tell you secrets as the birds sing

Sit with me I have a tale

Of summers and a lonely nightingale

Sit with me I haven’t long

Winters coming and the nights are so long

Sit with me my little one

Our precious time before my life is done

Sit with me and do not cry

I have some time before I say good bye

Sit with me and we will swing

And we shall just talk about any thing

(musewrite prompt set 10 photo a)

Blue skies you’ve never been so gray

All the day when I went away

Midnight and I see you in memories

That are so blue

Memories of summer laughing under

The days with you

My life was written as a poem

With no rhyme

My life was sung as a song

With no music

My life was painted as a picture

With no color

Now my life has rhyme

But no poem

Now my life has music

But no song

Now my life has color

But no picture

There I was, here I am

I have lost, I have gained

But not together

I feel despair and emptiness

But not fullness

I have lost, I have found

Nothing but fear

The color of the sky

The mood in the air

The music we hear

The color of water

The color of your true loves eyes

The cool breeze of morning

The color of the flower you picked

Blue is blue.

(MUSE_PROMPT PHOTO PROMPT B 6/22/12 )

SWEET MEMORY

It’s more than rose petals

It’s more than the party dress

It’s a part of your history

It’s a part of what makes you

It may be a fleeting moment

It may be a day on holiday

It may be the first time

It may be the last time

There is only one thing for certain

It’s all yours!  

(musewrite prompt set 9 photo a)

I have let you down

It was my duty to protect you

I am your guardian you know

I let the horrible thing come

I did nothing to stop it

You were afraid and alone

I gave you no comfort

I have failed and now you are gone

(musewrite prompt set 4 photo c)

NECTAR

Gather thy sweetness before it‘s gone.

Flit and fly through the bluest of skies

Drink it in every drop is so sweet

Sop it up with everything you have.

There are few chances as sweet as this.

It’s the sweetest of things that leave us

They leave us with the biggest of stings