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PROMPT #226

Choose any one or more from the list, or use it as inspiration to write your piece.

1. Shelter In The Abyss
2. Raised By Time
3. Commanding My Past
4. Fade Into The World
5. Listening To The Mist
6. Challenging The Fog
7. Learning From The Depths
8. Hunting The Sun
9. Delaying the Immortals
10. Confessions of the Dark

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Learning From The Depths

Falling into an abyss 
Facing the dark all alone 
Calling to my hidden strength 
Learning from the depths
Rising again, rejuvenated
Life is a harsh teacher 
But these lessons are our need

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Written for RXC # 226, hosted by Reena

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I decided to write a book to help people understand where the Sun is in relation to the Earth, and I will title my book “Hunting The Sun”.  Everybody is probably aware of the astronomical unit (or AU), which is the measurement of distance that is used for what separates the Earth from the Sun distance which is 149,597,870,700 meters, or almost 92.956 million miles.  This astronomical unit provides a convenient way to express and relate distances of objects in the solar system and to carry out other calculations for objects that are far away, but not in interstellar space, as that is better handled with the light years and when the distance is greater than the parsec is used.  Jupiter is five times further away from the sun than the earth is, so its orbit is about 5 AU from the sun.

Earth travels around the sun in an elliptical orbit, so our distance…

Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Dusk & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #226

the fiery sky
begs me at dusk
come
see nature’s bounty
unburdening

each step i take
mires me to its message
relinquishing the day
i listen for the confessions of the dark

mother cries
her beauty is vanishing
her children the cause

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Hello fellow poets, Michelle Beauchamp here (aka Mish) your host for this week’s Poetics.

It has been difficult to see the mass destruction and disturbing events taking place in Ukraine. I am confident that I speak for all of dVerse when I say that it hurts our hearts. We’ve seen the heaviness of it all released in recent poetry. I was extremely moved last week by a poem written by Ain Starlingsson, ” A Song of what they Mislabel as Innocence”. He writes from “a cellar with a flickering light as the bombs fall” and marvels “at the ability of children to make the best they can of every given situation”. If you missed it, you can find his poem here. This particular line became so embedded…

PROMPT #225

Image Credit: Okalinichenko

What does this image inspire in you? Let it all flow out. Create order in what appears to be disorder.

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The old typewriter sat forlorn in the attic, neglected. Mom wanted to throw it or give it away because, let’s be practical here, she said, who uses a typewriter anymore? But dad was adamant that it should not be touched. This was an ongoing battle among them. Having heard my dad’s defense of this machine so many times, my curiosity was piqued. I decided to check it out.

Though it was old, the typewriter still gleamed in the dull light from the attic window. I touched the keys and they moved smoothly, without any issues that most old machines have. On a whim, I inserted a page in it and typed a few words. To my amazement, the typewriter came to life, it’s…

I Am Me

i take kindness on a different level
believing even when the worst is up
against my face.

i have faith in all that is good even when confronted by the bad and by the worst
around me.

i prefer order over chaos as it is what drives me sane the most.

i don’t like confrontations as it definetely will lead to nothing but agonizing shade throwing and blame shaming.

i love to make people happy by means of giving even when they seemed to be disturbingly arrogant and unforgiving.

i stay away from non sense arguments
and discussions because it’s even
pointless to begin with.

it’s not an issue if you don’t like me as i don’t expect to be loved by everyone else it doesn’t bother me at all.

you can hate me you can curse, and i remain true to myself.

but if you don’t…

An old fashioned typewriter, and I remember learning to type on something very similar. It was a heavy, made out of metal, and I used to carry it up a flight of steep wooden stairs. I was fourteen, and my parents thought it would be a good idea to learn to type.

I fell down those stairs when I was the same age. I’m not sure how I fell, just that two weeks later, I couldn’t get up off the sofa. My back had seized, and I couldn’t even stand up straight. I chipped one of my bones in my spine. It is okay now, but if I am coming down with a cold, my back will ache.

Being able to type fifty words per minute is handy as a writer. I can produce pages of writing (first draft always rubbish though) and I can write a whole chapter in…