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Barricade

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Entry to last week’s weekend writing prompt!

Shade of Hellos, you’ve lingered far too long.

Wept dry tears after sorrow turned bitter.

Swallowed a rock that settled in your gut.

But I now see your barricades crumbling.

For I’ve kindled a small fire in the dark,

by a tiny corner den in your heart.

Extinguish it you may try, but white fire never dies.

And grow it will into a conflagration.

And burn it will all rotten deadwood.

Melting the sap that suffocates the air so.

Opening that canopy that kept you low.

Till all that remains is red ashes and charcoal.

Fertile grounds for a new life and soul.

So awaken now young seedling, become the tree of life.

Grow tall and dig deep for there will be strife.

The shade no longer hides the sand.

Hellos now shines across the land.


 

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Bad Trip

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Entry to this week’s weekend writing prompt!

Morphology Salad:

A late pie act burnt his face,

And ate pieces. Attractive urn kiss surface.

Band mated piecemeal. Reactive turnip is laced.

Contraband matter mealworms regurgitated nipple vis bootlace.

Contrast tattered wormwood agitated pineapple vista tollbooths.

 


 

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Longevity

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Entry to this weekend’s writing prompt! Image courtesy of Artem Chebokha

Away she flies, sunrise to sundown.
Bearing tidings and prophecy, the king has returned.
Twins in tow, a boy and a girl.
Kingdoms to sow, an east and west united.
They will reclaim the past, lost shards before the breaking.
They will rebuild the mast, airships that sailed the skies.
For old worlds shatter, new worlds open.
For old ages burned, new ages rise.
The egg of Ragnarok ignites!
Rebirth is the longevity of the soul.

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Night Owl

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Entry to this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction!

The clock struck twelve on Sunday’s tail.

Hypnos taunts me from a loud corner.

So I take up my sneakers and hit the road.

Drown out the gabber with a midnight stroll.

And find myself lost in the deep of woods.

Where two hoots sound behind foggy veils.

Good or bad company I welcome.

Catch the Sky

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Entry to this week’s Sammi Scribbles! Image courtesy of Artem Chebokha.

I saw to capture the sky.

Effortless was light on my eyes.

Till brush met canvas and paint smattered.

Refusal spoke winds, clouds stuttered.

So I took my easel and colors aside.

Closed my eyes and tried to hide.

For night would fall and heavens slumber.

Snuck back out, clandestine plunder.

And by morning’s break, the masterpiece complete.

Gasped the sky, thought I had cheat.

Not ineffable,

but very difficult.


 

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The Rebirth

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Entry to this week’s WWP!

Delivered on the cusp of night

The child of Nyx saw twilight.

On winter’s eve he first walked.

With sister fates he talked.

Of past lives and last regrets,

Of lost dreams, untimely deaths.

Right the wrongs, voices decreed.

Becometh the figure of destiny.

 


 

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Camera by the Sea

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Entry to this week’s 3LineTales. Photo courtesy of Grant McCurdy

Broken camera by the sea. Shattered and forgotten. The waves hunger.
But I saw you there. Corner of my eye. A glint of light on overcast day.
And you saw me. Whom the sea threw back. O’misty lens lifeline.

Borrowed Time

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Entry to this week’s FFfaW! Image courtesy of Louise with The Story Teller’s Abode! 

Tis a gift to all the unborn,
to dreams and to desire,
to futures that seek to pass.

But can they will it?
Knowing that their journey must end,
and their efforts naught for themselves.

Endure they must this contradiction,
for their time given must be returned in kind,
transformed into innumerable forms realized,
to buttress the chasm from which they came.

And if they succumb to the wasteland?
The profligates and the sloths,
those who dismantle and coast.
What of their fates?

Tragedy, for they hasten the end.
Time wasted, time revoked.