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accordingtosassy.com
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| | | | | not as long or deep as the moldau but equally beautiful hauntingly so is the quiet meandering mountain stream below the overgrowth of trees seemingly unviewed by modern or mortal eyes impossible to ignore the enigmatic and profound peace found when wandering by the stream *** This post is in response to the W3 Prompt... | |
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oddsends707138946.wordpress.com
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| | | | | Picture credit: Britta Benson Here's my response to this week's W3 poetry challenge, set by poet of the week, Carol Anne. This week's guidelines: write a haiku, senryu or tanka, include the word 'strength'. You can find the full guidelines and Carol Anne's prompt poem here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2024/11/13/w3-prompt-133-weave-written-weekly/ I deviated from the prompt a little. I... | |
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wordsandcoffeewriting.com
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| | | | | Contentment is a forested path,its exposed roots grounding my soul,its slivered sunlight pointing home.Onward is the way we'll roll,the evergreen boughs painting peace,and us ensconced in cozy fleece.The pathway ripples with leftover leaves,the comfort of dirt packed under feet,the rest after journey, a welcome night's sleep. I wrote this poem for the Wea've Written Weekly... | |
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sweeterthannothing.wordpress.com
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| | | For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a brass key fallen among the leaves in a jungle. You can see a pine cone and needles around it too. ***** Sarah stomped through the autumnal woods, frowning at the grunge of rotten leaves sticking to her boots, then she saw it, gleaming in the detritus... | ||
