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awriterintheroom.wordpress.com
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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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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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tinastewartbrakebill.com
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| | | | | tasting a new life cerulean memories (re)awakening Image credit; ColinMaynard@Unsplash For the visually challenged reader, this image 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. Thanks for the inspiration to ...... | |
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reinventionsreena.wordpress.com
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| | | It did not break my heart. He is not our Dad, as Mom tells us today. But a father, whether biological or not, could not have been better. Hats off to you, Dad! You are the only one we know, and the best one. It is a heartwarming moment to know that love of this... | ||
