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Starry Nights [Verse / Free Verse Mutt]
I’m stunned by all the starry nights
Beyond the sprawling city’s lights:
Swirls made of so many colors —
The dark, the light, middling others.
What eternal infinite
Exists out there between
All those stars?
All the dust and nothingness
Of that cold, unbounded expanse
Dances in the hot shell
Of my skull.
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DAILY PHOTO: Golden Trumpets
Big City Moon [Haiku]
in the darkness
beyond the big city lights,
a moon looms.
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PROMPT: Secret
What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?
This is a trick question that can only logically have one answer. It’s more of a logic / linguistic test than a prompt.
First of all, it can’t be a skill that one has, is secret, and that one blabs about on the internet.
So, the only “secret skill” that one could discuss wishing that one had on the worldwide web must be the ability to keep a secret.
Not really a problem area for me as, being a introvert, I’m pretty tight lipped by nature.
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PROMPT: Weather
What is your favorite type of weather?
Depends on whether I’m outside or inside. If the former, I favor the partly cloudy to sunny range, depending on how brutal or gentle the sun is, respectively. If the latter, I’ve got nothing against a cleansing torrential downpour.
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Lily Pad Heron [Haiku]
water lilies stand
confidently, while herons
step warily.
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Submerge [Haiku]
PROMPT: Tattoo
What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?
I have no interest in tattoos. I’m with the Buddhists on “all is impermanence” and the idea that there is some message that would be poignant for the rest of my days seems silly and unlikely.
Plus I’ve seen so many bad ones: faces that look demented, Chinese characters that make no sense (and/or are upside-down or sideways.) So, no thanks.
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“Because I Could Not Stop for Death” (479) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]
Because I could not stop for Death —
He kindly stopped for me —
The Carriage held but just Ourselves —
And Immortality.
We slowly drove — He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labour and my leisure too,
For His Civility —
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess — in the Ring —
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain -
We passed the Setting Sun -
Or rather - He passed us -
The Dews drew quivering and chill -
For only Gossamer, my Gown -
My Tippet - only Tulle -
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground -
The Roof was scarcely visible -
The Cornice - in the Ground-
Since then - ‘tis Centuries - and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity -
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