Daily Quote

Don’t Miss This Post on the Habit of Writing!!

Jo Hawk


Gretchen’s quote is brilliant. There are days I don’t want to write, or the day has been cray-cray, and it is late, and I want nothing more than to go to sleep. The magic happens as I write my one sentence, and suddenly I have written a paragraph or a few hundred words. They add up, fast.

Even if it is late, I try to make time to write. Sometimes I nod off and wake hours later with a glowing laptop screen and my face bearing the impression of the keyboard. It is a good thing I love writing.

How do you keep your writing habit strong?


Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer

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A Faded Romantic's Notebook

There are meetings


and conversations

that seem full of portent

full of promise

full of premonition

unusual and special

from their very first breath.

Yet there are others

that appear innocent

with no significance

or implication

or intuition

until much later

when hindsight shows us

how momentous

those inauspicious

innocuous moments

really were.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Dan Witz

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Truth – a master sculptor

Megha's World

First Published in Visual Verse Vol5 Chapter 12


a convoluted river
exists in the deepest of the ravine
like the glistening ends of the skies
it shines and glimmers in the darkness
/a beacon of hope/
for the crestfallen souls
when the darkness is sculpted
in our benign existence
screaming for hope
a dream so divine.

cuts like a double-edged sword
through its serrated ends
slices the edges of the abyss,
/the irrational hem of the irrationality/
scrapes and scratches
resisting the erosion
those pointy convictions
moving ahead with time.

an army of zillion stars
armed with sharp pointy ends
marches with synchronicity
carving and shaping the future
with its bloody knuckles
and it’s ferocity.

a gaping mouth of the canyon
making it way from the steep walls
and the deep valleys
brings the shimmering piece
of the cerulean skies
longed by the bleary eyes
stuck in the ashen core of
the shared abyss,

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a whisper of remember me ~



was a time
I might have fretted –
December days
without a call
a moment of concession
longing miles –
none at all

with a whisper of
remember me
another place
where time began
how funny now
my grieving weighs
each start to start again

January soon will pass
within a numbered
swell of tides
to ease the ache
of missing –
a voice
where love

. . .

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Shouting Hearts

Do Not Miss reading Sarah’s beautiful words of yearning and love in – SHOUTING HEARTS

Sarah Doughty

“Late at night, my heart is not quiet.
It’s not whispering. It’s shouting your name.”

Maybe, at midnight, you’ll finally be able to say what’s in your heart. When there’s nothing but us and the moon shining above us. Maybe then. Maybe you’ll say the words. And maybe, if I’m brave enough, I’ll be able to say it too. Because in the middle of the night, my heart is no longer quiet. It’s no longer whispering, like the sun might catch its secret. It’s shouting your name, hoping against hope that you’ll feel the same.

So tell me, darling. What is it your heart shouts to you late at night?

© Sarah Doughty

My heart only calls for you.

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davidbrucehaiku: resolutions

Renewal #writephoto

Penny Wilson Writes

The new dawn danced
its way 
into existence
with a light show 

Setting the sky ablaze
with cotton-candy puffs
of clouds

The earth 
once again
with a glorious backdrop
of fire and light
as its stage

© 2019 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to another of Sue's stunning photo's. 
She does a photo/word prompt every Thursday. If you would
like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.  

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