Explore >> Select a destination
|
You are here 
|
jjjinteractivebooks.com | ||
| | | | |
wordsandcoffeewriting.com
|
|
| | | | | The escape to tranquility,to waters rushing and still,to the calm of spacewhere water meets sky:the unspoken whisperof past and futureblurred into one present.Alive in tree roots,polished rocks and wrinkled pine needles,the landscape revitalizesdead souls,calls home life's warmth,and echoes a hopethat reverberatesunder my rib cage. I wrote this poem for the Wea've Written Weekly prompt #167.... | |
| | | | |
accordingtosassy.com
|
|
| | | | | 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... | |
| | | | |
kblog.blog
|
|
| | | | | --when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,the single secret will still be man--ee cummings we embody strengthwhen we refuse the walls builtto keep us apart Melissa at dVerse provided the above photo by Andrew Ridley, along with the introductory quote by ee cummings, as inspiration for our writing. Carol Anne's W3 prompt was to use... | |
| | | | |
nelkumi.wordpress.com
|
|
| | | Do you need a break? From what? Do you need a break? Yes. From what? Everything and everyone. | ||
