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#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
At a certain age
It all starts to wander #south
And it's warmer there.
#vss365 #WritingCommnunity #haiku #Menopause
A weekend down South,
and editing the novel,
In between drinking,
horses on television,
my resolve sorely tested.
#vss365 #south
#Tanka
#Micropoetry
#Amwriting
The light of the morning cast its curse on my face as the bedroom door slowly opened. I knew I would die in bed, but I never expected that it would be like this. There is no justice in the underworld of the undead.
#vss365 #scififri #amwriting #scifi
Dark #constellation
#muse for creative terror
roams the gloomy heart
#horrorprompt #vsshorror #vss365
For the longest time I couldn’t paint
Then I met a woman who I grew to love very dearly
She was the mother/sister/aunt I always needed
At the base of at least six of my paintings is the sacred muse
Love is #vss365 #muse #prompt #art @Paintingwilbur
Words ascribe
Best not trap them
Be stingy & hide
Or brainwash
Words are seeds meant to carry
Upon winds of projection
Taking root in lives
Sadly some still slice scars
Yet whitewashed history
Erases Vanishing Voices Of Tribes
Colonialism Creates Invisibility
#BraveWrite #vss365
Come sit with me Perseus,tell me the news,how are the gods on Olympus these days & the people of Athens.We have time before Hercules & Chiron return from their hutting expedition.All is well queen of the people of the flatlands.I have good news of Pegasus the winged horse #vss365