Daily Archives: August 30, 2017

Cracked by Miriam Hurdle #writephoto

Cracked egg in my yard My mind went crazy to trace The big black cat, or The sneaky slippery squirrel Stole a whole life for one meal * Source: Thursday photo prompt – Cracked #writephoto | The Shower of Blessings

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#writephoto – cracked – Robbie Cheadle

I watch as she falls Shaking uncontrollably Evidence of drugs Continue reading : #writephoto – cracked – Robbie’s inspiration

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Marked

Ancient stone crumbles Washed by eternity’s waves My footprints linger Time’s turning seasons altered By the smallest grain of sand For Colleen’s poetry challenge

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Like Breathing from  method two madness #writephoto

Black is the color of creation. The void is beginning. Emptiness must be filled. You can’t have something without nothing. And how does that apply to imaginary beings? Must there also be a counterpart that’s real? Must every question have … Continue reading

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Summer’s Last Kiss – Steve Tanham

Summer’s Last Kiss When ocean’s shine turns mirror bright And deeper love seems written there When crested waves hiss rest awhile And be with us in formless dream Then know that summer’s parting kiss Casts lingering promise bold and bare … Continue reading

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The New Life by Leena #writephoto

Ohhh… Atlast… I cracked open these shell and managed to come out after much struggle…. Poor Me. Now I understood why mom always says, ‘Life’s Another Name Is Struggle’ that I use to hear laying in my protective shell, but … Continue reading

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My life as a milkshake…

As the title of a post, I don’t suppose it is all that bad, but as the lingering remnant of a significant dream, I admit, it seemed a bit odd, even to me. But that was the phrase that awoke … Continue reading

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The Eye-Guy II… Stuart France

* …It happened that one day Pryderi’s doorkeeper, Conan Duffy, was sunning himself at the portal, along with his cat, and he saw two beautiful youths heading towards him over the game plain… …When they reached the enrtrance to the Dun … Continue reading

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Wastelands #midnighthaiku

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