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alittlebitofeverythingwithlove.com
A survivor,arms held up to the living God,the sunrise baptizes its limbs. Leaves like swords, a warriorand a home for birds and the yucca mothpollinator of the desert. A fighter, and in dangerholding on to the scant life it possesses and we pray he lives on. Image credit; Y S @ Unsplash This image shows... |
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brazannemuse.com
she smiles not a passing smilebut open warmth in gentle eyesthis strangerdrew me in a conversationI'd forgotten was in mea child?Suzanne Written in response to this week's W3 hosted by David, and our very multi-talented Lesley is our POW who gives us the following prompt: WriteaCameopoem-a tiny, distilled moment-on any theme you choose. Form 7... |
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mariamikayla.wordpress.com
Sadje is our host for What do you see # 223 Image credit; Joice Kelly @ Unsplash For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a man carrying two young children, one is sitting on his shoulder while he is carrying the other in his arms. The children and the father appear to be in... |
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jjjinteractivebooks.com
I walk the empty park trails Winding a serene lake One lone fisherman perched at shore A deserted bench yearning for comfort I feel the waning warmth upon bare skin Listen to northern breezes rustle tree leaves Heed the warning of cold days ahead W3 Prompt #177: Wea've WrittenWeekly poet of the week, Lisa, prompts... |
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