#SenseWrds is a #writing #prompt that challenges the #writer to not include the given prompt words. Here is my take on the three words – flickering, abandoned, and gate. #VisualArt is generated using Wombo Dream AI.
There is a portal
Betwixt now and tomorrow
It beckons me with flashes
Of inspiration and aspiration
I want to cross-over
I want to proceed
Where visions of triumph
Are truer than ever will be
Then, I catch the glimmer
Stand still and wonder
What black hole allures me!
‘Gaslighting’ is Merriam-Webster’s word of the year 2022. The #DrugVerse #DarkLines prompt 672 seemed well-suited to write on the theme.
It burns and sizzles
This potion you infuse
It chars my veins
All that runs through them
Is a clammy, creepy venom
Shooting up my starved brain
Conjuring images of disdain
Bringing to life all my fears;
I crumble as black fumes
Encased in gloomy thoughts
The Friday Challenge #FromOneLine 269 prompt is a perfect reminder to live in the moment.
They danced with such abandon
Stars swirling at their feet
Clouds of glitter on their stage
Flamingo pink skies of dusk
Delicately embraced the twilight
Only dreams can play music such
Lyrics mingled with the heart’s rush
What is life, but what it is today
Live in the fleeting moment, for
January would tell a different story
#SenseWrds is a #writing #prompt that challenges the #writer to not include the given prompt words. Here is my take on the three words – shadow, mingling, and azure. #VisualArt is generated using Wombo Dream AI.
The rolling mist lies heavy
On slopes, green and dewy
Where the infinite firmament
Meets the slanting hillocks
A chilly breeze is entrapped
In hues of grayish-blues
Touching souls with a tingle
Of thoughts, from distant times
When pine-filled aroma rose
From cottages, musky and old
And forgotten stories were told
#SenseWrds is an interesting #writing #prompt as it challenges the #writer to not include the given prompt words. Here is my take on the three words – hollow, street, and winding. #VisualArt is generated using Wombo Dream AI.
They ran through the alleys
Children, free of all care;
For a game of hide-and-seek
In the yonder orchard
They stopped a bit for a peek
In the hole of the tree trunk
Where a bird had laid eggs
They climbed up to branches
Bursting with succulent fruit;
Then, scrambled down hurriedly
Before being caught red-handed
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