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Mindlovemisery’s Double Wordle #273 #Poetry
I have no sense of place While I sit, I drench my mind with coffee I am a man whose thoughts jump back in time I crunch through snow Fists clenched against the cold Children’s mittens on a snowman No smoke from the old pipe Hanging from his mouth Too dark coals for his eyes…
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Writing and Works by Carol J Forrester
Speculative Fiction Prompt: February 2022 Kiss Time had not yet made a sound The world lay in waiting for the first breath For words to be spoken and life to awake Sound breaking the silence, life, as we know it, has begun We meet, we love, we live The years pass, winter has found us Cold…
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Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge…
#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 259: Red is the colour of my true loves hair I foolishly lost her in a dream my days are too full of longing to find the love I have lost alas, the days are long the night is too dark my heart broken my pillow drenched in tears ©AnitaDawes2022
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Mindlovemisery’s Double Wordle #273 #Poetry
I have no sense of place While I sit, I drench my mind with coffee I am a man whose thoughts jump back in time I crunch through snow Fists clenched against the cold Children’s mittens on a snowman No smoke from the old pipe Hanging from his mouth Too dark coals for his eyes…
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Writing and Works by Carol J Forrester
Speculative Fiction Prompt: February 2022 Kiss Time had not yet made a sound The world lay in waiting for the first breath For words to be spoken and life to awake Sound breaking the silence, life, as we know it, has begun We meet, we love, we live The years pass, winter has found us Cold…
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Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge…
#TankaTuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 259: Red is the colour of my true loves hair I foolishly lost her in a dream my days are too full of longing to find the love I have lost alas, the days are long the night is too dark my heart broken my pillow drenched in tears ©AnitaDawes2022
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 