Done with such confidence that we seemed bold. Dreams had to be left behind disavowed. Our reputation being built on what we make. Finding smaller hills from others who speak.

Nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands. OR SCREAM IN ALL CAPS. Or if you need a prompt you can check out one of the past prompts, like the Shadorma. The bar is open just for you.

When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.

8221; has been elected this week for the Weekly Poem. On the Oz Poetic Society. Thank you Oz Poetic Society! Animated crickets sing away silence;. Whip round in wondrous brilliance. While wind chimes clang tinny tunes.

Sunday, 8 January 2017. Indisposed in her sketchbook, tracing the tentacled yew tree. 8220;What of the Undermoon? .

White Water - Fridge Poem I. I decided to take a picture and challenge myself to making a new one every day. I doubt they will all find their way here, but this one did. Saturday, 11 February 2012. Goes down as deep as her bones. Oh, she clothes it well, with optimistic flesh,.

It is difficult to break off the rust after not writing for a while. I am finding it odd the direction my mind turned after being force-fed a constant diet of Christmas music, movies and advertisement since the middle of November.

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Reaching the parts of your mind that other blogs merely make a feint at. We talked for a thousand years. Through drizzle dark and dreary. We came to a city in chaos. That teemed with men in black. And a wind that bit hard. We dreamt of midnight summer. To the halls of exchange.