Title: Spring’s Advent
Source: Weekend Writing Prompt # 152 – Nomad
Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 68 words
Photo by EJ Wolfson on Unsplash
Dismal clouds shrouded winter mountaintops. Cloaks of despair, they wept, their sorrow drenching the landscape. Parched souls, clinging to life, found solace in the mother’s healing tears.
Breathless, I waited.
Brown became gold as nomad tinkers arrived. Singing children frolicked. Their laughter summoned sunshine, and magical colors transformed the valley. Continually moving, they were always at home. Their work complete, they disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving hope behind.
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
This is beautiful Jo.
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Thank you, dear Sadje. 🙏
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You’re welcome 😉
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A breath of springtime, Jo!
Delightful.
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So happy you like it CE.
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Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful! 🙂
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Thank you, Na’ama 🙏
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Dear Jo,
A stunning piece. Lovely writing.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks for your kind words, Rochelle.
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Such an uplifting piece. Delightful
Damon the Nomad!
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I am thrilled you enjoyed it, Keith. 👍
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This was truly beautiful, Jo. Lovely…just lovely!
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I am delighted you enjoyed it, Dale. ❤
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Very much so!
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I liked the interplay of seasons with nomadic tinkers. To everything a season, always at home. Cool.
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I have been watching a waiting for spring’s eventual arrival. I am glad you enjoyed the story, D.
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Is the picture/story about Mongolia? (if not, I’m just wrong at recognizing the building – but the nomadic trader does fit with so many old cultures!)
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The comment on the photo says Kyrgyzstan, But I believe nomads or gypsies travel throughout portions of Europe, Asia and Africa.
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