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Rain Drops in to Say Hello
An inked stream on my oriental scroll is not a stream but a treacherous image which never changes as I age on shapes swirling in water flowing with many faces apparitions emblazoned saying see there is a story there were two lovers, below this mountainside temple but your scroll blends-in blues green yellow purple and…
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monumental moment
for a moment, our special hourwe dance and laugh and touchgood timetwo can dream a dream togetherwe toast and love and suchdevine powers that be may just wonderwhat they can only missdelightsno matter how far i wanderi’ll remember your kisssuch nights another fine challenge W3 has gotten me into (see here now)
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missing road sign
– sometime I’ll just sit and wonder I’m still traveling just sitting there this bench, that park and many more places – I must have missed a road sign along the way. … maybe it was missing me orpossibly it was me who took it down … promptly this week for inestimable W3# and Nolcha
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2026
stillness at 6 amsweet silent dawn alightsbreathe in/out sunbreak photos only by Arty or Stew; prompt by Sammi Cox
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the return of Arlo and Jeff (the dialogue Part XXVIII)
we are back nowback where? and who are we?back from truly where is the better questionbut your answer tells me nothingwe are us of course you know thisthat seems true, I won’t arguewho are we, if we don’t argue – at least a little bit?I was asking the questions here!you see, doesn’t that feel better?fine.…
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the little things
Little we see in nature that is ourswondering where we fit in and how whywandering across the lea to the seato stand magnificently unpreparedfor the long lonely littleness of lifewatching the waves sound eternal rhythmhearing mighty winds wail heartfelt cadence. A little light in the distance shines brightwhile a little light within shines on too;was…
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beauty & truths
she hunched over her old husqvarna sewing machinemeticulous with every thread just because it matters making a special dress for her only granddaughtera very special occasion, once in a lifetime she remembers her own once in a lifetimea night full of feasting dancing praising loving the clouds roll on and the sun appearsthe world spins…
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buncha baloney (no pathos)
bologna on the ceilingtry to not laughhow’d it get therenone know for suresticky sliced cold-cut discreally, just don’t laughwait till they notice…round, flat with pimentoperfect for frisbee throwingtoss it up andit doesn’t come downthen plop, drop ohno!don’t laugh, don’t laughbut who are wekidding we laughed allon through the night Indira’s W3 challenge
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eenie meenie mahna mahna
a beckoning to joyand some playful sillinessor just rounding upa stubborn grazing goatherd and why not bothwork makes life sweetgive thanks and singgrin within your eyes from here (the prompt) to this (who or what is mahna mahna)
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turkey aluminum roasting pan
W3 challenge this week, per Dennis: Your subject must be an unimportant, non-emotive object that carries no nostalgia, metaphorical uplift, or symbolic gravitas. It simply is a poem consisting of three quatrains (12 lines total). Let the object speak in its own voice (1st person) or describe it with cool clarity (objective 3rd person). Avoid…
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rainy day dreaming
the clouds are lowso green clover growsi found a rainboxwet as my sockshoe with a holebeneath my damp toesoh don’t you knowa rainbox must needsto keep, feed dreamsa rainy day delaywon’t keep me awaydancing my rainbox ballets for Shaun’s fine prompt at W3
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