Simple Sunday Picture Challenge Welcomes Back An Old Friend!

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Welcome to the CPC’s Simple Sunday Picture Challenge!


Our guest artist this week is actually an old friend of the CPC, Brenda Gail Harter.

She was a regular on the old MySpace CPC

from 2007 to 2009 when it moved to Boomer and then Friendburst,

and remains a close friend of CPC founder Lady “Cheryl” Death.

https://www.facebook.com/BrendaGail

Brenda and husband Mark

Brenda is a superb poetess,

and took the photograph which is our featured image.

It is of her adopted son and three grandchildren.


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Write what your poetic muse sees in this image


Please click on the number next to the heart at the top of this blog to register your support of this challenge!

35 Comments

  • Bettie says:

    Welcome all to ” Simple Sunday Picture Challenge Welcomes Back An Old Friend ” .. Let your muse be inspired .. Tell what you see in the image .. Thank you .. Hugs .. :love: :love:

  • Bettie says:

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    FAMILY PORTRAIT

    ~

    One big fat family
    In one frame
    All together as one
    A remembrance
    To share back on
    Time to remember
    Some sad
    Even happy faces see
    The family portrait
    Some know
    Other dont for faded
    Even are way before your time
    Two boxes full
    Come see
    Pictures of special time
    New birth
    Are a weddin
    Family
    Be still in
    The portrait
    Love the view see
    Happy faces and all big smiles

    Written By: Bettie Davis ——————————— © July 13 , 2o13

  • Silver says:

    Beautiful choice Bettie and Bob…thank you Brenda for the wonderful share.

    Cherish the moment
    for it’s swift
    gather the hearts
    before sands do shift
    each smile each embrace
    pocket away
    to share and reflect
    memories of days…

    Cherie C2013

    Have a beautiful Sunday my friends…….

  • Barbara_K says:

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    Brenda Harter, Photographer

    ALWAYS CLOSE AND HELD WITHIN

    They’re never far away,
    precious family of mine,
    enveloped within my heart
    and cradled deep inside;
    visions so often recalled,
    of the life we’ve shared,
    remembered always
    and never forgotten,
    never out of sight,
    never far away.

    Reminiscences of the journey
    taken together as family,
    from here to there
    along life’s path,
    as we’re bound together,
    our lives happily entwined
    as our love forever grows,
    cocooned and sheltering
    outside and within.

    And know that though years
    and miles may separate us,
    you’re never, ever far away,
    always so very close
    and held within my heart.

    (c) barbara kausteklis 7-14-13

  • Scotorum says:

    UPLIFTED

    Kids at the top of the stair
    reflect years of loving care
    of parents and each other
    whether sister or brother.

    Raised to such height over years
    of diligent doting dears.
    Bright white beams focussed upon
    those who help color their dawn.

    Confidence beams from each face
    assured of a prominent place
    within loved ones’ hearts for all time,
    recorded in image, and rhyme.

    Copyright July 14th 2013 RGD

  • bg_harter says:

    Thank You everyone for sharing your wonderful individual takes on this picture.. I enjoyed reading each of them…Hugs Brenda___________________________________________________________________This was done extremely fast, I have been out taking care of business today… Hopefully it is not to horrid…
    ****************************************************************************************************
    Ethereal Memories
    Ethereal Memories fluttering incessantly about my mind’s eye
    tears flowing secretly inwardly yearning for sweet days gone by
    knowing life must continually move on no choice but to advance
    recollections of time past keeping me prisoner in a watery trance.
    wishing to be awaking from this miserable soul wrenching dream
    each and every day struggling , No there can be no escaping scream
    sweet faces appear thru intense fog beckoning me back to their worldly glow
    delicate voices serenading, enticing me from the deep darkness within my soul
    Ethereal Memories I must lay rest So I might exist in the world and in the light
    Until they come fluttering back in when my eyes close during the dark of night
    By : Brenda Gail Harter © July 13 , 2o13

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