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| | | | | Take the trail that'sRarely comfortableA meandering footpathNewly discoverable Soon we're lostFollowing the tangibleOr we're trail-crossedRambling irrefragable Make a choice firstAnd commit to inevitableTangling words cursedInside poetry infrangibleOpen the world's thirstNoble and intangible I wrote this poem for the Wea've Written Weekly prompt #156. This week's prompt is from Carol Anne, who asks us to do... | |
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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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| | | | | in the shadow of our backyard, family surgedin the shadow of trees, a picnic emergedin the shadow of the playset, children snickeredin the shadow of late afternoon, the daylight glittered in the shadow of the unknown, we exchange glancesin the shadow of smoke, fire dancesin the shadow of fear, hope still catches I wrote this... | |
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| | | For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a brass key fallen among the leaves in a jungle. You can see a pine cone and needles around it too. ***** Sarah stomped through the autumnal woods, frowning at the grunge of rotten leaves sticking to her boots, then she saw it, gleaming in the detritus... | ||
