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restless
shadows
of ourselves
living in light…
#7wordspoet / #vss365
🎨by Ashvin Harrison
Split into
dark light
and white shadow
the image of you
It is said
that love knows
not centuries
I will hold the memory
And you will hold
the map
the legend
and the puzzle’s key
#vss365
When east is #west and #west is east they will come.
One among them knew what this meant. On Tuesday the 33rd of Decuary 2097 the wise one awoke. He stared in horror, his compass spinning this way and that.
“They have come,” his fragile voice croaked. #vss365 #amwriting
#West was always
on my mind,
Then,
the Westerlies
swayed, &
brought me back
to my homeland
In the east...
I now travel
to and fro
in the season
of you...
#vss365 #vssdaily #WritingCommunity
my #soul - a pearl
sinking
into the memory
of the primordial ocean
#5 #vss365 #WritingCommunity
With a whisper in your nightmare, the hounds begin the chase. In anthropomorphic witchery I ride with the Hunt. Skin shredding to bone, I take my beastly form. This night I will convoke the spoken secrets of your soul
#vss365
#2WordPrompt
#horrorprompt #vsshorror
#becomingfragile
her soul’s story…
dancing with
restless
pages
#7wordspoet / #vss365
🎨by Ashvin Harrison
#vss365
Are human bodies just flesh and bones?
Or pieces of art composed of atomic cyclones?
With nitrogen, hydrogen, calcium, and potassium, our bodies consist of water and magnesium.
We are magnificent souls created by flames, Masquerading as people with human names.
New day
Grown I expect from
A soul -
Pleasant and unassuming
#vss365 #soul #prompt #art @Paintingwilbur
the dark and #light
hide
behind feelings
raw and sore
they are an #umbra from a time before
when flower fields were located
#south
of my heart
and you
were the remedy from the very start
#vss365
#poetry #poetrycommunity
#writingcommunity
I am held close
In the palm of your hand
In the pocket of your heart.
Help me remember you
Every morning
Every night
How you dearly love me
And gave your life.
Oh, Love, my insanity takes me!
Let me not forget!
#vss365 #thesilverchair #narnia #cslewis #amreading
Under the #Southern sun
The wind gathers the sand in dunes
memories always chasing - a pack of hungry dogs!
a remnant of mother’s smile, the echo of an infant’s cry,
and your hand on my forehead, love.
Oh, describing life is easier than living it!
#3 #vss365 #WritingCommunity