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#prompts Mon May 20, 2024

Weekly #Prompt - SQUARE TROUBLE SEARCH CACHE PEACH RELIEF

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PromptList PromptTimes @vssWritingRT ♻️ Drew

I take the sweet and sour bite,
wash it down with pinot noir,
think of all the great pairings
that never saw the light... 👇

#vss365

There was a lesbian owned bookstore in our city that was similar to The Meet Cute Café (Nicole Pyland); where romance, community & support flourished. Hope you enjoy this #sapphic #romance as much as I did.
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Dear friends, you & your feedback are so appreciated! You're the treasured beta testers for Rory's musical WIP. If you can, try listening w/ headphones to hear the depth & nuance in our music video.💖

Rory & I thank you!
Music/Lyrics/Video ©rpm&kcs '24
#vss365 #gloaming

she hangs wishes on stars
inked with his name

Understanding Childhood Trauma was published in October 2023 and has sold 0 copies.

Only Beautiful Remains was published May 6th and has sold 3 copies.

These are the days I just want to give up 😥 I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but I'm excelling at it ❤️‍🩹

Now accepting

#vss365 #SciFanSat #cluster #stars
I see her name written on a cluster of stars. Sofíe.

It is June the third, & Maria has just returned from her trip to Venus. She's exhausted, more than anything else. But then, she sees his face. Jacques. Her Jacques. His slender but muscular

Loving death
Fails to disappoint
The most diligent
Of lovers it always
Will take your side
Floating across time
Or at a standstill
It holds your hand
Through thick n thin
Begin again or
Lead it around
It’ll be with you
Till the very end
🖤

#Pemsmuses

It still hadn't arrived
his long awaited letter
flowery words of love
that she would cherish forever

the marigold sun shone
in blue iris skies
& lilac wisteria bloomed
around her door

but her heart was torn
such sorrow & pain
despair that she'd never
see him again

#FromOneLine

it still hadn't arrived
the hour where
the hallucinatory secret
ferments to gather
the chimes of the world
leaving splattered time behind
and our tribe dealing
with silent words only
and maybe a magpie or two
on the highest headlands

#FromOneLine 340 #vss365 #magpie 🖼️Pinterest

#7wordspoet #Vss365

Magpie whispers..
Poetic ballets~
Of soul redamancy,

#WriterCommunity

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For 7 days & nights
I've struggled with all my might
thrashed & pulled
rolled & howled
but the wire wraps tighter around

man has set his cruel snare
to trap & kill without a care

my cubs lie dead around me
a hungry #magpie & crow stay close
they knows I'm about to die

#Vss365

Verde Mar You were like no one I’d ever seen
the moment I saw you,
more foreign than your beauty though infinitely as true,
said feeling mirrored it radiated from deep inside of you,
twas then the veil began a lifting for the universe it knew,
not happenstance nor coincidence had

We're both free

Dreams
Are mine
And I stroll
Imaging them real

I care
And
I feel

You
Know
As you feel
As well

One we are
Souls matched
Hearts mated

Hands held
Tight
In good dreams
And
Bad nightmares

Learning A New Language

Why are your words like light that dissolves in me
I read you as the day wanders through our pages
Each moment wonders if we realize who we were
Yet their light never fades as we remember them.

We photograph our past as polaroids we bed with
Like when

I retreat to the shadows, sipping a glass of smoke & spice. It’s a mild night under a dappled sky, perfect for catching up with neighbours as we got on with our weekly recycling ritual, putting out boxes, bags & bins. Ma Fox & cubs are off to explore their potential. Good night x

press your kiss
along the
soft seams
of my
pages
and I will
save your
stars
holding
you within
the moon
of my love
where spring
dreams
blooming
in us
the infinite
youth of eternity
where we remain
kept by the sun of
promised roses
that embrace
our hearts
forever binding
our souls

It was you wasn’t it on that crazy day when everything seemed to have a deeper meaning and our poetry wrote itself like a rainstorm that still had something to say before the sun decided it was time to roll our dice again, right? Did you notice that those poems are the ones that

♥️Red Love♥️