Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Meadows – June 3, 2021

meadows of yonder

nature’s brush strokes on display

scents drift here and there

Your Weekly Prompt Meadows – June 3, 2021.

Go where the prompt leads you and publish a post on your own blog that responds to the prompt.

It can be any variation of the prompt and/or image. 

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105 thoughts on “Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Meadows – June 3, 2021

  1. I read your haiku on Jules’ blog and had to come here to thank you for such a beautiful message. It made me smile! Lovely photo, too! I like the wildflowers that beautify the world with such courage and abandon. 🙂
    (((HUGS))) 🙂

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  2. lots of love from LA 🌴
    “urban meadow blues”

    meadows i see on the packages in the lady business aisle of my regular supermarket

    when i was young and high living the downtown life meadows were tucked twixt the words of John Fante

    on crowded freeways i imagine meadows green with polka dot flowers instead of beer bottles and trash

    i too have stood on meadows ignoring reality when news and accounts have been grim

    on the meadows of my mind while i stand in line waiting for my time with the speed ticket money taker i swear i have been a Hopi princess

    meadows in the park constructed from repurposed everything that underserves the very point of wild God created freeform and bear in mind your parking meter too

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  3. The grassy bed up on the hill
    Was a place to escape
    For my daily thrill.
    To go outside away from it all
    Was my secret was my secret place
    with everyone around.
    The space alone was under a tree
    With only the lizards to bother me.
    You can see the grotto
    Where the priests would pray
    It was a sanctuary,
    a place I wanted to stay.
    You can call it a meadow
    Because of the ground
    It’s what comes to mind if meadows are to be found.:-)

    Fellow Poets, Eugenia, This is where I am led. Will see how it develops and post. Have a great day!

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      1. Thanks so much. I’ve had folks I follow somehow disappear too. Good to know. Also, my likes disappear. Working on my post today was weird though. We shall how things go. 🤞

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