Every Monday is Poetry Monday.
Poetry Monday is a
blogging challenge started by Diane @ On the Border in February 2017; later it was picked up by Delores @ Mumblings and Jenny @
Procrastinating Donkey.
Then Dolores took over the hosting duties; but
when Dolores left the internet, Diane returned and took over hosting
duty again with her and Jenny taking turns suggesting a topic.
Now Mimi @ Messymimi's Meanderings
and I have taken over, as Diane seems disinclined to take up Poetry Monday again.
The prompts are now taken from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts
group. This is a Facebook group with a (drawing) prompt for each day of the
year, but no
worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog. And they mostly lend themselves perfectly for poeming as well.
I
have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of
others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
Half - if not more - the fun
of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.
Today the prompt is Sunny Days. This is a nice prompt. We have had lots of sunny days so far.
Sunny Days
Our sunny days now take a break
with clouds and showers coming here.
But this is fine, our tiny lake
has sunken down from here 一 to there__.
But when the lake again is full
I hope the clouds will run away!
It's not yet time for shoes and wool
we need more sunshine, bright and gay.
- - - - - Coming Prompts - - - - -
August 24 - Photography
August 31 - Xerophyte
September 7 My culture
September 14 Beach huts
September 21 Solstice
September 28 Bonfire
.
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We're still waiting for the blogrolls to update, so if you think I'm slow in commenting this might be why.
While waiting for an update on this, know that I'm still reading and enjoying your blogs, albeit a bit later than any of us would like.
mandag den 17. august 2026
søndag den 16. august 2026
Blue :: Sunday Selection ~ Colour26
It started off innocently with blue arrows and squiggles sprayed on the tarmac.
Det begyndte uskyldigt nok med blå pile og underlige symboler på asfalten.
"My" arrow - and very dusty shoe! ~ "Min" pil, og meget støvede sko!
Then came the signs and so on.
Så kom skiltene og alt det andet.
Now every arrow has its own small excavation. Tomorrow: My arrow. New water pipes are installed.
Nu har hver pil sin egen lille udgravning. I morgen er det min pil, der står for tur. Vi får lagt nye vandledninger.
And they're BLUE! ~ Og de er BLÅ!
Det begyndte uskyldigt nok med blå pile og underlige symboler på asfalten.
"My" arrow - and very dusty shoe! ~ "Min" pil, og meget støvede sko!
Then came the signs and so on.
Så kom skiltene og alt det andet.
Now every arrow has its own small excavation. Tomorrow: My arrow. New water pipes are installed.
Nu har hver pil sin egen lille udgravning. I morgen er det min pil, der står for tur. Vi får lagt nye vandledninger.
And they're BLUE! ~ Og de er BLÅ!
torsdag den 13. august 2026
Colour26 ... Poetry and Words
Where Have I Been?
Words for Wednesday ~ August 12, Words supplied by Mimi @ Messymimi's Meanderings. The Words can be found there and at River's blog: Drifting through Life.
Plastic
Remain
Tooth
Wisecrack
Distant
Enjoy
and/or the following phrases
Heads up (an advance warning)
Not all it's cracked up to be (failing to be as good as other people claim)
Playing possum (pretending to be dead, or being deceitful)
Using all words and expressions in the order they were given, dramatic and over the top, based in truth:
Plastic seems to be all that remain of my poor tooth. My dentist said the following wisecrack: Your teeth are all soon to be distant works of art, enjoy them while they're still there.
In other words, she gave me a heads-up to start saving for some major work. I do not think dentures are all they're cracked up to be, so I'll go on trying to retain my few remaining teeth and play possum when the subject arises, until it can no longer be dodged.
Poetry Monday ~ August 10, prompt: Bluebell
This prompt was given for Monday 10th, the birthday of one of my sons. And in my head rolls a tune, I always thought to be Bluebells of Scotland, but is not. One of my other sons participated in a theatre at school, where this tune; the 'not-Bluebells of Scotland' was used. It went on about sheep, about sheep-shearing, and of sheep-shearers up in the highlands. I think it was made for the occasion, as I cannot find it anywhere.
It wholly and totally prevents me thinking any sensible thought on Bluebells.
And the Colour of August:
One photo from last week
That's not Denmark 😉. We were away on a mini-holiday, visiting Ribe, Hamburg, and Lübeck. This is from Hamburg, a picture of what I called the "Terrible Tower" The church was bombed during WWII, the tower still stands, fortified, and a lift takes you to the top of the then tallest, now still fifth-tallest church tower in the world. During the trip up and down you can look directly down and out through all the holes and missing windows! Did I ever tell you that I'm not fond of heights?
And Wordle for Tuesday, August 11 ... the day I returned
Wordle 1.879 5/6
⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜
⬜⬜⬜⬜🟩
⬜⬜⬜🟩⬜
⬜🟩🟩🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
once again earning me the "Sea of Green"
Plastic
Remain
Tooth
Wisecrack
Distant
Enjoy
and/or the following phrases
Heads up (an advance warning)
Not all it's cracked up to be (failing to be as good as other people claim)
Playing possum (pretending to be dead, or being deceitful)
Using all words and expressions in the order they were given, dramatic and over the top, based in truth:
Plastic seems to be all that remain of my poor tooth. My dentist said the following wisecrack: Your teeth are all soon to be distant works of art, enjoy them while they're still there.
In other words, she gave me a heads-up to start saving for some major work. I do not think dentures are all they're cracked up to be, so I'll go on trying to retain my few remaining teeth and play possum when the subject arises, until it can no longer be dodged.
Poetry Monday ~ August 10, prompt: Bluebell
This prompt was given for Monday 10th, the birthday of one of my sons. And in my head rolls a tune, I always thought to be Bluebells of Scotland, but is not. One of my other sons participated in a theatre at school, where this tune; the 'not-Bluebells of Scotland' was used. It went on about sheep, about sheep-shearing, and of sheep-shearers up in the highlands. I think it was made for the occasion, as I cannot find it anywhere.
It wholly and totally prevents me thinking any sensible thought on Bluebells.
And the Colour of August:
One photo from last week
That's not Denmark 😉. We were away on a mini-holiday, visiting Ribe, Hamburg, and Lübeck. This is from Hamburg, a picture of what I called the "Terrible Tower" The church was bombed during WWII, the tower still stands, fortified, and a lift takes you to the top of the then tallest, now still fifth-tallest church tower in the world. During the trip up and down you can look directly down and out through all the holes and missing windows! Did I ever tell you that I'm not fond of heights?
And Wordle for Tuesday, August 11 ... the day I returned
Wordle 1.879 5/6
⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜
⬜⬜⬜⬜🟩
⬜⬜⬜🟩⬜
⬜🟩🟩🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
once again earning me the "Sea of Green"
Etiketter:
Colour26,
Poetry Monday,
Rejse,
Wordle,
Wordle-Badges,
Words for Wednesday
onsdag den 5. august 2026
Words for Wednesday :: Only the Words :: Busy!
The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over as a moveable feast with many participants supplying the Words.
When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of coordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise, River has taken the mantle of coordinator upon her shoulders.
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.
This month the words are given by me (Charlotte - MotherOwl) and can be found at River's blog: Drifting through Life
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please leave a comment on River's blog, then we can come along and read it and add a few encouraging words.
It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.
So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.
And for today we were given:
well
understanding
challenge
person
genuine
suffering
and/or
faith
ambition
chance
hard
design
closet
BUSY:
I have for some time been running after my own tali .. or whatever it saying goes ... been too busy. I'm off for a small break. See you all!
When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of coordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise, River has taken the mantle of coordinator upon her shoulders.
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.
This month the words are given by me (Charlotte - MotherOwl) and can be found at River's blog: Drifting through Life
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please leave a comment on River's blog, then we can come along and read it and add a few encouraging words.
It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.
So Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.
And for today we were given:
well
understanding
challenge
person
genuine
suffering
and/or
faith
ambition
chance
hard
design
closet
BUSY:
I have for some time been running after my own tali .. or whatever it saying goes ... been too busy. I'm off for a small break. See you all!
mandag den 3. august 2026
Poetry Monday :: Tractor & Belated Colour26
Every Monday is Poetry Monday.
Poetry Monday is a blogging challenge started by Diane @ On the Border in February 2017, and later it was picked up by Delores @ Mumblings and Jenny @ Procrastinating Donkey.
Then Dolores took over the hosting duties; but when Dolores left the internet, Diane returned and took over hosting duty again with her and Jenny taking turns suggesting a topic.
Now Mimi @ Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over, as Diane seems disinclined to take up Poetry Monday again.
The prompts are now taken from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a (drawing) prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog. And they mostly lend themselves perfectly for poeming as well.
I have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.
Today the prompt is Tractor. This is an easy prompt for me. The steers outside are filled with tractors, red Tractors, green tractors, blue tractors, all lugging a trailer, sometimes in the same colour as the tractor, but often not. The other day two busy tractors crossed one another outside de our house, going slowly in the narrow road. One loaded, one empty, one red tractor with a green trailer, one green tractor with a red trailer. I do not know why we found this so fun, but it was ... just one of these things.
The blue tractors are mostly the excat blue I found for the Colour of the Month.
Just outside my door
I see tractors galore
It is harvest time
Blue tractors that fill
trailers to the gills
It is harvest time
They swing and they sway
throughout the day
It's harvest time
The grain that it spills
end up in the bills
of sparrows and tits.
We hear the combine
fromseven to nine
around the clock.
Outside my door
there's tractors galore.
It's harvest time.
- - - - - - -UPCOMING Prompts: - - - - - - -
August 10 - Bluebell
August 17 - Sunny days
August 24 - Photography
August 31 - Xerophyte.
Poetry Monday is a blogging challenge started by Diane @ On the Border in February 2017, and later it was picked up by Delores @ Mumblings and Jenny @ Procrastinating Donkey.
Then Dolores took over the hosting duties; but when Dolores left the internet, Diane returned and took over hosting duty again with her and Jenny taking turns suggesting a topic.
Now Mimi @ Messymimi's Meanderings and I have taken over, as Diane seems disinclined to take up Poetry Monday again.
The prompts are now taken from 365 Days of Drawing Prompts and other Arts group. This is a Facebook group with a (drawing) prompt for each day of the year, but no worries, the prompts will still be here and at Mimi's blog. And they mostly lend themselves perfectly for poeming as well.
I have something to ask of you: If you read this and the poetry of others via the links, would you please leave a comment.
Half - if not more - the fun of these challenges is receiving the responses of others.
Today the prompt is Tractor. This is an easy prompt for me. The steers outside are filled with tractors, red Tractors, green tractors, blue tractors, all lugging a trailer, sometimes in the same colour as the tractor, but often not. The other day two busy tractors crossed one another outside de our house, going slowly in the narrow road. One loaded, one empty, one red tractor with a green trailer, one green tractor with a red trailer. I do not know why we found this so fun, but it was ... just one of these things.
The blue tractors are mostly the excat blue I found for the Colour of the Month.
Just outside my door
I see tractors galore
It is harvest time
Blue tractors that fill
trailers to the gills
It is harvest time
They swing and they sway
throughout the day
It's harvest time
The grain that it spills
end up in the bills
of sparrows and tits.
We hear the combine
from
around the clock.
Outside my door
there's tractors galore.
It's harvest time.
- - - - - - -UPCOMING Prompts: - - - - - - -
August 10 - Bluebell
August 17 - Sunny days
August 24 - Photography
August 31 - Xerophyte.
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