Day: May 12, 2019
Curve
Curve of her spine
sighing in his hands
sensual willow
swaying seduction
whispering silently
unanswered wants
deep beneath his own
breathless poetry
writing itself
*
©MidwestFantasy/Beth Amanda
May 2019
Never afraid…
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.”
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.”
-Dr. Seuss (Theodore Suess Geisel), writer, author, illustrator
Three Line Tales, Week 171
Welcome to Week 171 of Three Line Tales.
photo by Philippe Mignot via Unsplash
You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:
- Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
- Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
- Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
- Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
- Have fun.
Happy three-lining!
Three Lines Tales week # 171- A solitary walk
My morning starts with my solitary walk along the quay, each day.
It’s like a religious routine for me to inhale that salty air, hear the gulls screeching overhead and to be invigorated by the bracing breeze coming from the sea.
What the rest of the day brings, does not bother me at this point, now I am happy to be alone with my thoughts and to ponder about life and it’s many many blessings.
In response to;
The prompt;
Welcometo Week 171 ofThree Line Tales.
You’ll findfull guidelines ontheTLT page– here’s the tl;dr:
- Write three lines inspired bythe photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
- Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
- Tag your post with3LineTales(so everyonecan find you in the Reader).
- Read…
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She sees magic
She thought by now
They would see the magic
She thought by now
It would be evident
She pays no mind
To those who don’t see
the magic
She keeps being magic
Reinventing herself
Every day…She sees magic
She is magic
MichelleMarie
Life In A Cruel World
Being deaf wouldn’t lessen the atrocities I see around me.
Being blind doesn’t shield me from the screams of anguish.
Being mute won’t stop the tears I’d shed in agony.
Being paralyzed can’t keep me from helping when there’s a need.
Being ignorant puts off the inevitable.
They say ignorance is bliss.
But even the ignorant can feel pain.
It’ll come. Just wait for it.
Those walls
Father completed the cellar, and
laid the cement block before he died. Mother, with two small
daughters, and no where else to go, moved us into the cellar. We’d
finish the house when the money came.
The
money never came. We grew up in that cellar, but lived inside those
cement block walls.
Those
walls became castles and classrooms. Dance halls and dungeons. We
became princesses and prisoners. Instructors and ingenues. There was
magic between those walls.
My
sister and I went to have one last look at the old cellar house. But
the magic evidently left when we did.
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge, and Friday Fictioneers
If you were a tear in my eye I would never cry for fear of losing you…
If you were a tear in my eye
I would never cry for
fear of losing you…
But if I could be your tears
I would be born in your eye
Live on your cheek
Die at your lips
If You were a tear in my eye
I would never cry for fear of losing you…
art by MichelleMarie
I was thinking about you!