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| | | | | It was autumn I remember in the dead leaves I dropped the key tragedy I did not forsee | |
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| | | | | Image credit; Derek Mack@Unsplash Here's my response to Sadje's 'What do you see?' photo prompt. You can find her full post by clicking on this link: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2024/11/11/what-do-you-see-262-november-11-2024-remembrance-day/ Field of redRemembrance, only half the battle.No clock required for sacrifice.Open wounds rage past eleven.Stand on blood.Pick a poppy.Grasp that wars don't end war.©?2024 Britta Benson. No unauthorized... | |
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| | | | | Image credit; Colin Maynard @ Unsplash For this week's #WDYS #WHATDOYOUSEE Poetry Image Prompt, Sadje has provided us with the image above which shows a Caucasian baby around one year old, staring into the camera with her big blue-grey eyes. In her hands, she's holding a wooden block that she is trying to eat. Below... | |
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| | | Third-grade school picnic. Laughter of my friends on the bus. The warm swimming pools at the waterpark. A day full of excitement. The water slides had me and my friends screaming. | ||