Made of steel,
I have withstood
your darkness,
borne the blackened
traces of your hardened
words upon my soul,
have carried for you,
endured the weight
of your substance –
lack of substance –
this charred shell
all that remains,
tarnished metal
walls, contents
now empty.
(Daily Addictions daily prompt is scuttle)
Poetry In the Waiting
Finding the odd among the ordinary
Hoping to inspire the world one word at a time.
Dedicated to A.
Dream - Believe - Create
EVERY HEART HOLDS A STORY...
Photography, memoirs, random thoughts.
In Greek mythology, Cassandra was a cursed prophetess. She was gifted with prophecy but the curse ensured her predictions would never be believed. Not that it stopped her from speaking out. It behoves all of us to speak out about what is wrong but also about what is right. We can do that in our creativity whether it be prose, poetry or painting. What matters is the message.
Poetry from Paul Mortimer
Whimsical & Capricious Chatter
Formerly known as Far Out in Africa. This is where I document life as experienced by me
A picture tells a thousand stories!
Discovering the joy of art
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Photographs taken with a point-and-shoot camera journaling everyday life in Central Massachusetts and beyond.
A gritty piece that pierces me. Great writing V.J 💗
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Thanks, Diana. Who knows what emerges with this odd prompts.
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Interesting. Reminds me a bit of aging with the emptiness being “letting go”.
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Yes…interesting. Could be.
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