A place to show my work
I request that you stay true,
To the values that guide you,
May your heart be light and free,
As you dance through life with glee.
I request that you find peace,
In the moments of sweet release,
Let your spirit soar and fly,
Underneath the endless sky.
Every week, a creative prompt will be offered for you to unleash your imagination and artistic skills.
You can share your response in the form of art or any creative expression that the prompt inspires.
There are no restrictions and no deadlines, so feel free to take your time and enjoy the creative process.
Remember to label your response with #missysmadchallenge.
Your challenge for this week
Who knew?
Within a calendar year, the first day of September in December always begin on the same day of the week. This year they fall on Monday.
Seeing acts of kindness and caring always makes me emotional. Whether it’s strangers helping each other or sharing special moments, these simple acts of generosity and understanding really touch my heart. It’s uplifting to notice the good in people and how one person can make a positive difference in someone else’s life.
Meg loves to dig,
With steadfast zeal,
She seeks the whispers
That the earth may reveal.
With shovel in hand,
She roams wide and free,
Uncovering stories,
Nature’s history.
In soil and sand,
Her joy takes flight,
A treasure trove of wonders,
Brought into the light.
Through layers of time,
She discovers her worth—
Meg loves to dig,
Unraveling the earth.
Whisper to me your deepest, darkest secret,
A truth that only we will hold and keep,
In the shadows where our silent thoughts can meet.
Sally Ann Cash worked with a grin,
At the shop where her talents did win.
With numbers in hand,
She was always so grand,
A trusted soul, where cash did begin.
Soft
Voice
Trying
Speak her truth
Wanting to be heard
Yearning for the world to listen
Within you, a vibrant hue,
Each color whispers a tale true.
A dash of red, bold and fierce,
With passion burning, never to pierce.
Blue like the sea, calm and deep,
Hiding emotions, secrets they keep.
Yellow shines, a ray of cheer,
Spreading warmth, dispelling fear.
Green like the earth, ever serene,
Nurturing life, a tranquil scene.
In every soul, this vibrant blend,
A rainbow of colors, without end.
Judy Garland’s Dorothy was originally a blonde in The Wizard of Oz
In L. Frank Baum’s original book, Dorothy’s hair is blonde, not brown. Though MGM production staff put Garland in a long blonde wig and heavier makeup, temporary director George Cukor nixed the idea, believing she looked too artificial and sophisticated to be a rural farm girl.
In a world full of noise and despair,
We seek kindness; it’s truly quite rare.
It’s not far-fetched to dream,
Of a world where we gleam,
In the light of compassion we share.
This time I’m the parent, you’re the child,
How strange it feels, the roles restyled.
I coax and nudge, with gentle pleas,
“Let’s get that checked, just come with me.”
But you cross your arms and shake your head,
Mutter excuses, fill with dread.
You’re stubborn now, resistant, sly—
A glint of “no” within your eye.
I hear myself, your voice from then—
“Don’t worry, I’m just fine again!”
But now I know, with growing heart,
Why you insisted from the start.
Groaners: World’s Best of Bad Jokes and Puns
A little boy had a knife and a piece of wood. His mom asked him if he was going to carve the wood. He said, ” Just a whittle.”
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