
Morning
It’s morning
sunlight through windows,
walls dazzle, and
I stop
in this universe of light.
It warms the air, my face.
It holds my shadow
in its stride.
And right now,
there is only me.
No one else.
No tears, ills, or poverty.
Just me in this moment
of forever light.
For Twiglet 246: the sun sits pretty. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
16 responses to “for Twiglet #246”
Beautiful!
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Thank you, Ingrid.
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Such fine imagery. You don’t always have to use the exact words?
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No, Larry, absolutely not. A prompt is meant to prompt inspiration, prompt an idea. I’ve never thought the word prompt should be restrictive. Imagination should never be restricted.
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That’s true but it never hurts to work within specific words and phrases either
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Gorgeous!
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Thank you. ❤️
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And fabulous photo too. It’s the sort I think of but never manage to capture in quite such a romantic frame.
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It was at a local farm where I buy our eggs. And chicken manure. 😂
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🤣 perfect
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Wonderful
Sent from my iPhone
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A lovely forever moment captured beautifully.
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Thanks, Hobbo.
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👍
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Amazing poem and click!
It’s the kind which makes the soul happy.
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Thanks. 😁
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