Friday, August 19, 2011

In Tandem #6, "A Day at the Beach (also Friday Flash 55)


Courtesy of Penny Smith
A Day at the Beach

Childhood dreams
ride the wave of possible.

A youth's frontier of
soaring imagination,

fragile yet durable.
Hopes frolicking and

rolling about, unhindered,
free of bigotry, intolerance,
greed and hatred.

Illusory beliefs encouraged
by adulating guardians

cheering them on
while revisiting their own

faded yearnings
nurtured into existence

once again
with a day at the beach

By Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, August 19, 2011

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This is for Friday Flash 55 (a story or poem in 55 words or less) and In Tandem #6.    Penny Smith has a number of blogs and recently started a challenge where one is prompted to write to original graphics or paintings.  My watercolor sketch of the two girls on the beach was selected this week along with Penny Smith's graphic.  Give it a try... she adds a new one each Wednesday.

I also entered this in the AWESOME dVerse blog.  If you like poetry, please do yourself a favor and check it out... and try submitting a poem of your own. 
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29 comments:

  1. JinksyAugust 19, 2011 at 2:13 PM

    Childhood dreams
    ride the wave of possible.

    That's what makes them so magical!

    (Thanks for the lovely plug, but you didn't have to add my picture, just because it was there.*smiles*)

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  2. TexWisGirlAugust 19, 2011 at 2:22 PM

    here's to innocence and joy...

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  3. Pheromone GirlAugust 19, 2011 at 2:22 PM

    I love a good day at the beach - this felt like a warm blanket and a sweet story, told to me while I was young.

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  4. Brian MillerAugust 19, 2011 at 2:40 PM

    everything is a possibility as a kid...and the beach the perfectly magical setting for it...wish i was at the beach...smiles.

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  5. MargaretAugust 19, 2011 at 2:47 PM

    Jinksy - But your image is the close up of the waves! It fits perfectly (at least in my eyes) :)

    TexWisGirl, Pheromone Girl & Brian - I always feel so much younger when at the beach... until I see the teenage girls in their bikinis... but that is a whole other story... :)

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  6. Lisa GordonAugust 19, 2011 at 3:28 PM

    To childhood!
    This is wonderful Margaret!

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  7. G-ManAugust 19, 2011 at 5:25 PM

    I'm running out of superlitives with you Margaret Bednar...
    Loved your entire post.
    You are such a class act.
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  8. Matteo TaffuriAugust 19, 2011 at 6:12 PM

    Lovely Margaret,very nice.
    have a wonderful weekend
    greetings from Tuscany
    Matteo

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  9. Maude LynnAugust 19, 2011 at 6:35 PM

    This made me smile!

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  10. Monkey ManAugust 19, 2011 at 6:42 PM

    Very heartwarming.

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  11. ReenaAugust 19, 2011 at 9:57 PM

    Ah, the sweat memories of summertime! Beautiful words!

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  12. izzyAugust 20, 2011 at 9:21 AM

    Got one afternoon on a crowded beach so far- hoping for another! thanks for the reminder-

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  13. gautami tripathyAugust 20, 2011 at 10:07 AM

    Smiling...


    a mute question

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  14. Doctor FTSEAugust 20, 2011 at 1:13 PM

    A fine testament to childhood, Margaret.

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  15. Jannie FunsterAugust 20, 2011 at 6:43 PM

    This is one of the best 55s ever on the planet, Margaret.

    Starting with that watercolor appetizer to your main courses, sides and dessert with lingering coffee this post made me feel all is well with the world, and always will be.

    xo

    P.S. I was more uplifted than I can tell you to see you'd been over recently and commented on a string of my posts. I want to do that here -- so brace yourself.

    But first, I have dinner to make.

    xo agin!!

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  16. Ann GrenierAugust 20, 2011 at 8:04 PM

    Lovely poem, amazingly accomplished in 55 words!

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  17. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarryAugust 20, 2011 at 10:21 PM

    beautiful 55.

    love beaches, the art is stunning.

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  20. Ginnie HartAugust 22, 2011 at 6:03 AM

    I can just see you and your kids at the beach, Margaret. Lots of happy memories.

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  21. Mike PatrickAugust 22, 2011 at 11:10 AM

    Your poetry is lovely, but I must comment on the watercolor. Amazing! If one looked at nothing but the water action in the background, they would have t be impressed. Wonderful work.

    The only watercolor I ever tried was in a high school art class. Mine came out looking like random blotches of color on a wet sheet of paper.

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  22. Pat HattAugust 23, 2011 at 5:00 PM

    Love a day at the beach and yeah as kids everything seems possible.

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  23. BeachannyAugust 23, 2011 at 6:07 PM

    I live at the beach (ergo - beachanny) so these are everyday sights and sounds. Peaceful and fun but keeping eyes ever ready - seas turn dangerous without much warning.
    Thanks. G.

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  24. hedgewitchAugust 23, 2011 at 7:52 PM

    Nothing like a day at the beach to tune up the spirit.

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  25. Ed PilollaAugust 23, 2011 at 8:50 PM

    color words and images, and possibilities. that's the energy i felt from this.
    quite adorable, actually.
    here from claudia's place.

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  26. ScarletAugust 23, 2011 at 9:19 PM

    I love the beach.

    Like these lines:
    cheering them on
    while revisiting their own

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  27. ElleAugust 23, 2011 at 11:05 PM

    "Fragile yet durable" that's the exact words to describe childhood. Thank you for sharing!

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  28. MargaretAugust 24, 2011 at 11:09 PM

    Thank you, honestly. I started my blogs because I wanted to be inspired with my art work. Then I started taking photographs - I figured it would help me with composition. THEN, I started poetry because my son is passionate about it and I saw a few blogs that had challenges so... I have been writing poetry for a little over half a year. Now I need to find a balance between all three... Funny how one thing leads to another...

    Oh, speaking of THAT... I walked over to the farm across the street and wanted to photograph the animals for one of my blogs. They had horses. We leased a few ponies... and I rekindled my buried love of horses... so now I own one horse and am searching for another. All because of a blog... (LOL)

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  29. UnknownAugust 25, 2011 at 10:33 AM

    lovely write - as a desert girl I have never seen the ocean or been to the beach yet, this really brought the sense forward that I need to connect there. ~ Rose

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