#SenseWrds is a #writing #prompt that challenges the #writer to not include the given prompt words. Here is my take on the three words – alto, feeling, and branches – for #SenseWrds #prompt 595.
The whispers sweep in
Tender and mild
Awakening storms;
Feelings trying to
Breakthrough
This entanglement:
Entwined in arteries
And pulsating sinews;
As her voice summons
Promises of love,
As truant as the wind
On whose airy wings
They flit towards me
Loneliness is magical
Dewy tears in a dark space
Conjuring images of you;
Breathless whispers turn
To a white noise, yet
Sleep eludes, and I embrace
Another wakeful night.
When the fog rolls in
The mist kisses all of me
Warm, clammy, musky.
Wild scents of promises
Permeates, as muted sighs
Only to remind of tenderness
And endless snuggles
Under winter afghans!
This weekend, I wrote for a new poetry prompt and experimented with AI- generated visual art. Here is what I created:
In quiet slumber
Warm against the fireplace
Memories of a lifetime wrapped
In woven wool and frosted cap
Frayed edges of time, heaving
In tandem with the seasons
A love that often whithered,
Bloomed again but never drowned
In destiny’s torrential rains
#FromOneLine ☆ Friday Challenge ☆
I opened my eyes
To the blazing starlights
Wrapped in reveries of love
That once was wild and young
Now succumbed to words
Creating a yawning cavern
With unbridled harshness
No bridge to cover the distance;
That wayward moment beckons
With melting goodbyes
To let go of all the gripe
Follow the beloved
Where the paths diverted,
And in that sleepless night
I heard the creak of longing –
There was one shoe on the step
I think of the moon as made of handmade paper with ink spots, so I wrote an #imagistpoem combining this thought and the common theme of forlorn lovers and the moon.
Once a rectangular note
Your love letter
Now distorted;
A crumpled orb
With corners peeking
Like the crescent of a
Paper moon waiting
To come full circle
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