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Shadorma Challenge #tankatuesday

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The challenge this week is to write a Shadorma, which has a syllable count of 3-5-3-3-7-5. Along with this, the challenge includes random words that must be used in the text. 

A smile

Sticks onto my lips

As the song

of new spring

Is made up of birds singing

The flutter of wings

You can join the challenge here.

And yes I’m saying smile has two syllables. I think it could be argued that it’s one, but I’m saying SMY – UL

Time tied together

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I wrote this in my journal a while back. The idea I’m going for is holding on to the valuable lessons and patterns I have learned, and not just using them for today, but making sure I keep focused on them in the future. This creates a deep pattern in my actions, and that makes it easier for me to accomplish my goals.

Beauty of death and decay

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Yesterday, I wrote about how a carpet of yellow pine needles helped me understand the idea of the individual within a greater unity.  

I kept wanting to write about the decay aspect of the pine needles. After all, they are coating the ground because they have fallen. Though they were once growing, attached to twig branch and bole, now they lay where they fell. 

I didn’t write about it because it led me to a different concept. We all are familiar with the circle of life, and we know that death and decay are part of it. But I like examples, they make me think of the deeper parts of a general idea. 

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Subtle Part of the Forest

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I’m posting this as part of Open Link Night at DVerse

boz bozeman's avatarMark Bozeman

In his story,
My student wrote:
“our parents decided to move to a more suttle part of the forest.”

Yes, he misspelled the word. 
And he was misusing it even if he spelled it right.

But I'm not taking points off.

Because now I want to move
To a more subtle part of the forest.
 
A place off the path,
But just off the path,
A place that everyone passes 
But not everyone sees.

A clearing bounded 
by pine needles and leaves.
Within, giving loamy earth.
The air
is the mingling scents of green. 

Sun light rays down 
Defining trees
Giving them their shadows.
Forest dust shapes the sun shafts
that shooting-star bugs plunge through.

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