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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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| | | | | 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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| | | | | 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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| | | Written for dVerse Prosery: T.S. Eliot andJ. Alfred Prufrock. Björn, our host, challengesus to write a poem of 144 words including thehighlighted line from "The Love Song ofJ. Alfred Prufrock". Here is my poem. © Shutterstock The day began in quiet, soft and slow,I woke to see the world beyond my glassAll changed to grey,... | ||
