I often wonder if I have true emotions and passion, or are they faux. I think I quit writing 8 years ago because I knew the answer. I really don’t know how much longer I’ll keep this current streak of writing going… The blades of the pretty grasses are now mostly brown, bleached by...
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Although this isn’t from the most recent disagreement, it is one from some time ago. is totally right when she speaks of how difficult it is to write in . It was especially tough on a hack like myself. Extremely hard not to drift into first person… Your  gut is wrenching. He knows, or...
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This piece of was inspired by a moment from this morning. Poetry is more like painting than any other form of writing; don’t you think? A thing so small it is almost laughable The tiny being buzzed behind my head That whisper of a bird moved me I ducked, but that was a mere...
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Looks like I may be back to writing poetry again. Thank you Carrie for these wonderful prompts from Carrie’s Tips… Weight Dragging every step Strange feeling for being empty A mere wisp engaging to the fullest Filling every crevice, every nook, every hole, every pain Now it lays dark, scraping the soul Even deflated...
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This is my answer to Carrie’s poetry prompt Self Destructive Forces I have loved her My heart beats for her I held her dearly I have poisoned her Now she flinches My heart bleeds from torn edges
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