in a world where all is gold, a stone philosopher it turns shine to dull, soft to hard, precious to practical useable, so gold spades and forks can dig earth, nibs write imagination, forges make nails that do not bend, staple roofs, soles to leather, the starved amongst riches can eat again with cutlery that does not melt in the mouth.
powder for drying wounds, philosopher’s stone. Shortens life.
via Daily Prompt: Elixir
“The Moon” kindly featured by Jamie Dedes: Dreaming of the Moon … poets respond to last Wednesday’s Writing Prompt
https://jamiededes.com/2017/03/28/dreaming-of-the-moon-poets-respond-to-last-wednesdays-writing-prompt/ via @JamieDedes
LAST WEDNESDAYS WRITING PROMPT: What would be your fantasy about the moon? Tells us in poem or prose and share the link to the piece in the comments section below if you are comfortable doing so that we all might read it. This is light one. Enjoy! Renee Espiru (Renee Just Turtle Flight) said this […]
via Dreaming of the Moon … poets respond to last Wednesday’s Writing Prompt — THE POET BY DAY
“Our Mam’s Potpourri” warmly grateful to Heath of Literally Literary for publishing
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deaths. Meaning in their life until they die in an event without meaning. All happens for a reason it is said. Rack our thoughts to find a why. Make sense of brokenness. Connect dots, complete cryptic clues, research and solve a nag of questions, to find yet more questions and distance is an enemy. We must bring it all closer than we can cope, see into its eyes, smell its breath and animal warmth and yet still be bemused. Attracted to those who are confident we pray they have a clue.
via Daily Prompt: Meaningless
In the purple blossom
of her bruises
she traces the shape
of his knuckles.
Cries at the glad fall
into the gentle browns
of his eyes, strength
of his black hair.
She learns how to leave,
how to say “no”.
I sleep one week with a blonde,
the next a redhead.
She despises her original
Today she is purple,
so I’ll choose blue.
She is a woman of a certain age,
but, I want it like the photo
on front of the box.
Vibrant, bright, a blue sear
Hope it goes.
via Daily Prompt: Purple
“The Orcud Sod” kindly published by Tasha in Inbetween Hangovers
https://inbetweenhangovers.wordpress.com/2017/03/24/the-orcud-sod-by-paul-brookes/ via @wordpressdotcom
befall, happen; coincide, fall together, straight line continually approaching but never meeting a curve, health meets a curve, disease is continually approaching, let us fall together into a gutter of riches, smiles happen in waste, coincide with other laughter, extremism a symptom of belief in arrival of saviours, not a cause. Symptoms of health or disease.
via Daily Prompt: Symptom
Krishna kindly published “RSPH OldMoor” in “Thoughts And Ideas”
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Many thanks to Reuben for publishing “A Bridge” in “I Am Not A Silent Poet”
https://iamnotasilentpoet.wordpress.com/2017/03/23/a-bridge-by-paul-brookes/ via @ReubenWoolley