Gaslighting

‘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

January

#FridayChallenge #FromOneLine #WritingPrompt

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

All of me

Poetry inspired by the #LoveLetters prompt

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!

Coffee makes everything okay

#FromOneLine 268 ☆  Friday Challenge

The Friday Challenge #FromOneLine prompt is apt for a coffee lover like me.

She liked her coffee sweet
With a dash of cinnamon spice
Flavored with the sleepy silence
Of a pristine day peeping out
Of the blanket of dawn light
A tender sip awakens the soul
With a potion offering succor
In this moment, warm with hope
It does not matter that
The world was made of ice

Growing Old

This weekend, I wrote for a new poetry prompt and experimented with AI- generated visual art. Here is what I created:

#VisualArt generated using Wombo Dream AI for the #poetry #prompt #LoveLetters – In woven wool and frosted cap

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

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