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| | | | | in the shadow of our backyard, family surgedin the shadow of trees, a picnic emergedin the shadow of the playset, children snickeredin the shadow of late afternoon, the daylight glittered in the shadow of the unknown, we exchange glancesin the shadow of smoke, fire dancesin the shadow of fear, hope still catches I wrote this... | |
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| | | | | Thinking: My purpose is utterly unreliableIts fluctuation is quite undeniableIn all respects unverifiableDoing: At times it's a giver of careOr laboring as much as I dareElse enjoying the hobbies and people I shareBeing: So the best I can sayIs my purpose changes each dayAnd I find that it's rather okay W3 Prompt #102: Wea've WrittenWeekly... | |
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| | | | | crisp orange leaf floats like a melody its music reverberating through the silent woods I wrote this septolet for this week's Wea've Written Weekly at the Skeptic's Kaddish. Here's the prompt for the week: Write a "Septolet" that refers to something that is held, something that one might hold. The Septoletis a poem consisting ofexactly... | |
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| | | Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson She had been staring for some time. She'd been cradling a large brandy glass, and it still wasn't empty, it was warm and mellow, like she could've had a small cigar in the past. But that was long ago, it was so different then.She watched the young things, who were... | ||
