Love
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The Purest Gold
The clouds always part
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This is How Love Is
For in the end, Love Runs to Us, Grasps Us, And Refuses to Ever let Us go.
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Sonnet XLIII – Unsparing
Whatever form that functions is the thing That proffers wisdom, be it balm or sting.
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transition
wisps of potential precipitation occlude the sun’s rays, goosebumping my flesh which was recently warm.
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What a Trip – #SoCS
Little things piled up. Thing which, under normal circumstances, would have rolled off my back, but they ALL. HAPPENED. AT. ONCE.
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No Shovel Required
Snow falls and then melts
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Whatever.
Whatever.
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Fractured Faces
Safe in our certain Somethingness…
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A Book of Endless Pages – SoCS
Every day is a new page in a book of endless pages.
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Deep Thirst
A Sauvignon BlancNearing our parched lips and tonguesSlakes a long dryness
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Obscured
I see you… Rising above the cloudswhich obscurewhere your building began. You continue to riseIn spite of the clouds, And clouds don’t last forever. One day… You will standstrongand proud, And I will see you fully,toptobottom, Illuminatedby a never-ending sun. The Pic and a Word Challenge is (usually) a weekly creativity prompt offered Mondays. Photo Credit:Patrick Jennings…
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See Where I Might Land – SoCS
The prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS) is: “let go.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think “let go.” Enjoy! I’m about 36 hours late on my SoCS because, well, I just couldn’t “let go” yesterday. I had it SO firmly affixed in my mind what had to be…
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Then I Will Bring a Boat
It seems my friends have Sorrows fit to Drown; They’ve just enough Pure Joy to stay Afloat.
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Trapped in Amber
Trapped in Amber, Some things remain Intact For Millenia.
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‘Tis heaven’s heat which rescues from cold hell.
Away, aweigh, ’tis love which calls us forth; The love which calls shall push us there as well. When globe reveals what’s east, west, south or north ‘Tis heaven’s heat which rescues from cold hell.
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Divine
I used to think Divinity hid behind clouds,
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The Roller Coast
We can’t get enough of The Coasters.
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I put my finger on the “thing”
I put my finger on the “thing” / But then “thing” moved – or was it me?
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and.
This is how it will always be.
defying atrophy 