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Continue reading →: Poetic blooming’s prompt: Maybe there was more to the story
maybe there was more to the story than what we told ourselves at night in rooms that echoed half-truths back like footsteps fading down a hall we never dared to follow past the door left ajar where silence kept its secrets still PROMPT #585 – MAYBE THERE WAS MORE TO…
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Continue reading →: Missy’s mad challenge 23rd March 2026
Your challenge for this week A memory you’ve never had suddenly becomes vivid and real. 😊 My response ❤ It arrived without a past, like a photograph slipped between pages of a book I don’t remember reading. At first, it was only a flicker— a porch light humming in the…
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Continue reading →: Peregrination in Colorado
My peregrination began where the air grew thin, A quiet hush beneath a sky stretched endlessly wide. Mountains rose like ancient guardians of time, Their snow-capped crowns brushed with morning light. I wandered through valleys painted in pine, Where rivers whispered secrets over stone, Each step a rhythm, steady and…
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Continue reading →: #RDP: Restore
I had begun to count the cracks in everything— voices sharpened into knives, kindness rationed like a drought. The news came like weather reports from a storm that never moved on, and I wore my doubt like a coat stitched too tight at the shoulders. Then something small— not a…
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Continue reading →: A very productive morning!
I’ve had a very busy morning. I had my PA Frances here. Normally she works with me on Tuesday morning, but tomorrow she has an appointment to see her diabetes consultant, so she asked me if she could switch days. That wasn’t a problem for me. When she came we…
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Continue reading →: Snarling Samantha
Samantha Doyle had lived on Maple Lane longer than anyone could remember. Her house leaned slightly to one side, its ivy creeping like quiet fingers over cracked stone. Children said the place breathed at night. They also said Samantha snarled. Every afternoon, like clockwork, she sat by her window in…
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Continue reading →: I am worth it!
You are not measured in the way the day measures time— not in hours spent proving, nor in minutes that feel wasted. Your worth does not flicker when doubt walks into the room. It does not shrink when you are quiet, or stumble, or need to begin again. You are…
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Continue reading →: Sen-hai Saturday #44
Steel ribs fade to gray A train hums through quiet mist Bridge breathes into fog Late train somewhere near Bridge hides like my intentions Fog knows, won’t tell them SenHai Saturday #44 – I Write Her
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Continue reading →: Sundays 3TC
Hi and I thought I’d participate once again in the 3TC prompt, hosted by Di! Three Things Challenge #MM371 Our words today are: Grass, gallery, gait. Here is my response: On a sunny afternoon, a group of animals decided they were far too sophisticated to spend another day chewing grass and…
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Continue reading →: Crimsons creative challenge #078
Along the softened edge of waking streams, Where winter loosens its silver thread, The earth exhales in shades of green, And quiet life lifts up its head. Reeds lean close to whispering tides, Their slender fingers tracing light, While moss awakens, emerald-bright, From dreams beneath the frost’s long night. Small…
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Continue reading →: My perfect weather is…
A warm afternoon settles gently on the day,Sunlight spilling gold across the open green,Where time loosens its grip and drifts away,And everything feels softer than it’s ever been. I sit where the grass hums quietly with life,A breeze brushing past like a whispered tune,No urgency here, no echo of strife—Just…
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Continue reading →: Home is where the heart is
Home Warm, steady Holding, sheltering, grounding Where love quietly gathers and stays Belonging Cinquain Poetry Prompt 38: HOME is your inspiration.
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