Lost souls #fivewords
Weekly Writing Prompt #176 dance, inner, break, hue, lost A break in the clouds, the many hues of the sky, a dance of angels: the inner light of your lost dream. Image source: pexels.com
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Weekly Writing Prompt #177 leaf, home, alter, light, front There, she knew well, it was her home, her friends, where she’d met him. Here, was another leaf, both of them now almost past the light, an...
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Thursday photo prompt Often we walked in those woods, you and me, when the bluebells shone, and the sky reminded us that Easter was close by. Today, the air is clear, the ground soft to our feet, as...
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Thursday photo prompt In this blinding light, on such a bright morning, I seek your smile, a sign, even a shard of memory. Where are you, in this, or another world? Do the rays of our star still...
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Thursday photo prompt We walk this path, distant but together, like shadows: our steps leave no mark on the wet sand, no-one is there to notice our shimmering shapes. Silent we drink the light, our...
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Thursday photo prompt He painted on the large canvasses we now see in the Orangery Museum. A quiet man, who took the time to look at the light, the pale greens, the tender colours of the young...
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Thursday photo prompt Is this you, running toward me, in the dying light of our star? Is it you, or your double, or your servant? I know it cannot be you, how much I wished it were. But I know: I...
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What wakes me up at five every morning? Is it light? Unlikely. Is it a noise? Maybe, but then it is very faint. Is it a dream? Possible. But this morning I had another thought. Are “they” trying to...
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weekly #writephoto They were back, after all that time, back in the forests they loved, and by the lake. There was no noise, part from the low howling of the eastern wind in the trees, and from time to...
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It was there, the street, the trees, the light of passing traffic, the dying sun rays. It was winter, the air was cold. Suddenly it's all gone: the dream is over, the light faded, the rain came. Was it...
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