#SenseWrds is a #writing #prompt that challenges the #writer to not include the given prompt words. Here is my take on the three words – graceful, imagine, and ambling – for #SenseWrds #prompt 596.
The wind sways
Languid branches
With a gentle lullaby
And dreams pause a bit
On verdant beds
So that they can put
Chaos to rest
And let not nightmares
Be conjured from within
The darkening forests
Of doubt and despair
#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
Lines written for #FromOneLine prompt 274
I know it’s strange,
How glances across streets
And chance meetings
In crowded hallways,
A picnic in the groves
Or a hike in the hills
Is not how we find love
These wistful days.
We let algorithms match us
In a digital space,
And all that matters
Are the resulting scores
In the closest perimeter.
#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!
#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
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