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Source: Be The Light – Afflatus
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos
Human beings try to articulate their angry thoughts
When contacts are made, across this Earthly place
But still, we are not penitent, fearful, nor fraught
Even though we’ve made a mess, of our living space
Word of the Day – Penitent
FOWC with Fandango – Contacts
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Articulate
©2019 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0
I wanted to
gather him up
like a bouquet
of the best
some of his pale and soft
some of his vivid vibrant
some of his rugged wild
some of his silly sass
I wanted to tie it
all together
with ribbons of me
and keep it
safe from harm
*
©MidwestFantasy
April 2019
Ph-Pinterest
Often we cannot accept something
What we do not understand
Out of ignorance
As soon as knowledge flows
Into our heart through experience
Our angle of view changes
Then we are able to accept
The newly aquired view
As living knowledge
DidiArtist, 01.12.2018
Word of the week –
applause – (noun) –
approval or praise expressed by clapping.
Synonyms – clapping, handclapping, cheering, acclamation, whistles, bravos, curtain calls, encores.
He tentatively took a step, looking back
The mom with a beaming smile clapped
The baby stumbled and sat down on his bottom
But mom wasn’t having any of it, she made him get up again
Now holding a chubby little hand in her’s she encouraged him
To take a few more steps
And finally he is confident enough to try to do it by himself
To the sound of applause he takes more independent steps
Written in response to;
#Keepitalive
#Brewnspew
“There is only one way to happiness and that is to cease worrying about things which are beyond the power of our will”
Epictetus, Greek, philosopher
when the wind calls
it’s not a call of benevolence
when your star falls
if won’t fall from heaven
it falls from eye-level
in the mirror before you
the only eye you could find
whose look you could hold
without looking away so
many hours of reflection
without reflection you
might as well be blind