Day: January 14, 2020
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A River Flows
Grief becomes a part of who we are; a river flowing through our soul.
– Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note:This is an American Sentence, a poetry form invented by Allen Ginsberg. An American haiku variation. 17 syllables written in a sentence.
Boggle
Today’s Word of the Day is Boggle.
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Inevitability
“And then. I knew what it meant
to fall in love.”
And those eyes were like a beacon. Drawing me toward it like a moth to flame. Those blue flames shimmered behind your eyes, mesmerizing me. Holding me captive. In that moment, I knew beauty for the first time. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to. Everything about you held me in a trance and I didn’t want to look away for fear the spell would be broken. And then. I knew what it meant to fall in love.
© Sarah Doughty
It felt like inevitability.
Three Line Tales: Fiction — “The Chess Match” #amwritingfiction
Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.
Credit: Michael Verba via Unsplash.
Lilly swallows and clenches her teeth. Her hand shakes as she slides a rook forward,” Check.”
Krista’s lip trembles, “That’s not fair.”
Her eyes grow large, “Never mind, checkmate.” Lily screeches and flips the chessboard; the fight’s only begun.
©️ AmandaME. All Rights Reserved.
“Prejudice is never easy unless it can pass itself off for reason.”
Prejudice is never easy unless it can pass itself off for reason.
Morning Tanka 3
Dancing in the dark
With the demons in my head
I lead, they follow
Our steps familiar, practiced
Shall we waltz, foxtrot , tango?
I should have refused
Told them my dance card was full
But they know me well
I always slip willingly
Into their poison embrace
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Wee hour rumination # 20
Never be blinded by glinting gems
for our life in this world
is fleeting as the wind
as limited as the trickling sands of time
so stop counting and sorting the riches you acquired
but do what matters most in this life
if you believe in goodness of the hereafter
©Winnie, Musings
Eunoia prompts January 2020
Prompt # 4: Counting and sorting the riches
Photo byTembela BohlefromPexels
Mischief and The Muse
Though I’d vowed to cut my poetry -writing to once a week, Kerry’s wordlist on Instagram was irresistible. I didn’t have the time to write, but my muse thought different- so I’ve written about that.
When caged words lie buried within
a heart that craves nothing but solitude
and the quiet of a moonless world,
a muse pulls on these words
with a force weightier than gravity
Her desire – to watch letters fontificate
across a page dressed in
upper and lower cases
shirking semi-colons
….with no regard for conformity
…….just for the sake of it!
© Vivian Zems
Skylover poetry -Words used- moonless, gravity, cage, solitude
The Reluctant Poet 