Tag: #stories
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Writing… #Fiction
Things are not quite back to normal here, but we are getting there. As soon as I can find the words, I will share… Meanwhile, Anita has been busy. Her way of copying, I think. I just love this poem!
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The Creator… #Poetry
Image by Kanenori from Pixabay The Creator As I sail through the river of life I see stars reflected I wonder at the hand of the Creator I see the wonder of the universe written on the head of a pin I wonder at the hand of the Creator I see our world multiplied each of us in…
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Lost in Time ~ The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 561 ~ #Poetry
Lost in time The bones of our ancestors Covered in myths That run on willowy legs Old spirits growl, I hear them not I hear birds singing, the hum of summer Empty footsteps tracking my progress I pray they never catch up to me I say the prayer three times The third is the charm…
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In the End… #Meme
And looking at those raindrops, the temperature is set to drop later today, and we might get some rain!
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 516 ~ #Poetry
The wind knows my nameMy secret is out thereMy sin can be seen shimmeringIn every rain dropGrain grows, touched by my passingMy sin lives on,do I corrupt those close by?Does their conduct change?Are stories written aboutThat particular rainfallSudden changes have been reportedMiles awaySmall villages have trouble with their youngThe only thing they have in commonIs…
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Walking Through History… #Poetry
Walking through historyI find I have been thrown into a fairy taleI walk the cobbled streets of old LondonGas lights barely illuminate the dark alleysWhere Oliver learned to pickpocketI sit beside H G in his time machineTravelling through landsI have no words to describeWe cross paths with Gulliverwhere we meet strange creaturesHere, a horse may…
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A ghost am I… #Poetry
A ghost am I I search the world, I cannot findA place beneath the sunNo home no familyNo hands to touch to hold me closeNo memory of the time when love was feltI see the cloud in their eyesCold, undefine shapes I recogniseFrom picture book of ghosts that hauntStories told on nights dark slateNo figure…
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Merlin: part three
Merlin had never known his father, nor heard any of the tales about him. The Hermit didn’t ask that question again. Merlin wanted to ask a few questions of his own, like where the clothes he was wearing came from. All the food, and how the Hermit knew he was twelve years old? The…