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Continue reading →: Crimsons creative challenge #078
Along the softened edge of waking streams, Where winter loosens its silver thread, The earth exhales in shades of green, And quiet life lifts up its head. Reeds lean close to whispering tides, Their slender fingers tracing light, While moss awakens, emerald-bright, From dreams beneath the frost’s long night. Small…
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Continue reading →: My perfect weather is…
A warm afternoon settles gently on the day,Sunlight spilling gold across the open green,Where time loosens its grip and drifts away,And everything feels softer than it’s ever been. I sit where the grass hums quietly with life,A breeze brushing past like a whispered tune,No urgency here, no echo of strife—Just…
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Continue reading →: Home is where the heart is
Home Warm, steady Holding, sheltering, grounding Where love quietly gathers and stays Belonging Cinquain Poetry Prompt 38: HOME is your inspiration.
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Continue reading →: Silence answers truth
Silence wraps my anxious thoughts Honest words hide in shadows Anxiety stays Honest silence lingers here Anxiety hums softly now Silence answers truth honest
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Continue reading →: Estes park, a voyage I’ll never forget
The summer of 2022 now feels like a distant, sunlit memory—one of those moments in time that seemed ordinary as it unfolded, yet grew quietly significant in retrospect. My voyage around Este’s Park was not a grand expedition, nor was it marked by any dramatic event. Instead, it was a…
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Continue reading →: Easy to love you #SOCS
It is so easy to love you my furry friend, With your bright, knowing eyes that never pretend, A whirl of black and white, a blur in the field, A heart full of joy you’re eager to yield. You herd the wind like it’s yours to command, Chasing the whispers…
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Continue reading →: I am a fragile soul
I am a fragile soul stitched together in quiet places where no one thought to look. I learned early how to make myself smaller than silence, how to fold my voice into corners, how to disappear while still breathing. There were days when the world felt like a locked room,…
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Continue reading →: My dissent into psychosis
I did not notice the exact moment when things began to slip. There was no clear line, no dramatic break, just a quiet, creeping shift in how the world felt to me. At first, it was subtle—small distortions in thought, a sense that something was slightly off. I remember brushing…
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Continue reading →: Sammy Cox’s weekend writing prompt: Gooseberry
Thanks to Sammy…this week, the prompt is to write a poem or a story in 41 words using the word gooseberry. Weekend Writing Prompt #460 – Gooseberry On Tuesday a gooseberry staged a tiny coup inside my lunchbox, declaring independence from yogurt, appointing a spoon as king, and demanding naps. I…
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Continue reading →: #RDP: Pewter
On a wind-swept evening, Mira found a small pewter compass buried beneath the roots of an old oak. It was cold, heavier than it looked, and when she turned it, the needle quivered like a nervous bird. The village elders had warned of paths that moved, of roads that remembered…
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Continue reading →: A song referencing drugs #SLS
This week for song lyric Sunday, our theme, suggested by Nancy of the elephants trunk, is to find a song that references drugs, or alcohol, and I think I’ve picked a good one! This song is one I love. I’ve even been known to sing it at karaoke’s. It is…
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Continue reading →: Most influential teacher
My most influential teacher was my art teacher miss Forrestal. She did everything in her power to nurture my creativity. I learned so much about how to work with clay from her. She made doing art fun. She was also a wonderful listener. There were many times when I felt…
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