colors of cold lightsenses getting attuned towhistling windy winter chill It’s here on annual duty. It will stay. Winters slow down everything, except the warmth of breath. I’m never more aware of it than now. rarefiedair on mountain peaksfind yourself 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge No. 16
cherry-picked emotionsfrom oceansof experiencedevelop an identitya distinct personalityevolve into a lagoonwith properties of the wholeyet ….not whole vibrancy of a lakelies in guessingorigin of individuality-a possible metamorphosisinto somethingbetter than the whole Quadrille at dVerse
hollownessacquires shapeshe carries her lifeon wispy shoulderseach whiff of smokesolidifies into gritshe keeps movingon foggy pathsunsure of the ground beneathbut seeing her limitsin the sky What Do You See?
We used to feed a stray cat, Kitty, who loved to spend long hours on our couch or carpet. I learned that cats can trust when she delivered under our bed and made us parents. We were busy raising three kittens for the next five months, and each one of them taught us a different … Continue reading Hunter, FM and Chhotu
arrow signson a time machinegive me a choiceenter past, future oranother unknownundefined dimension Not sure if the arrowheadswant to guideor pierce free willNot sure if they willhit me in flightI go undergroundand find me Weekend Writing Prompt
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