• The Blue Girl *

    As sole survivor in this zone, I walk up to the tanks alone,
    To estimate the bodies lost, extrapolate the human cost,
    Of nuclear warfare on the few, who live here in the fluid blue.
    The sludge inside the first urn stinks, of rotting flesh, violets and pinks,
    I wonder if, suspended here, this poor boy used to dream or…Read More

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    WE NEED EACH OTHER

    We Need Each Other More than we need civilised society More than we need the free market economy We need each other More than we need crude oilMore than we need laser guided missiles More than we need presidents and premiersMore than we need...

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    Mistmind

    words slip  in and out of thought tickling inspiration    then drift...   overwhelmed by their source they unravel wisping away from grasp   probably just as well...   takes more ink... than currently in possession let words refill the bottle while energy supply refreshens

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    • “takes more ink…

      than currently in possession”

      I have been feeling this a lot lately.

      • I think it goes back to the weight of the world these days. It takes so much energy to just survive…not a lot pouring into our cups. Thank you, Fia 😊

    • Feels like poetic intermission… a mist of words floating about
      I like the mood this invokes

      • Life is…a lot…these days. Intermission would be great, but who’s got the time? Thank you, Naaj 😊

    • Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write that I can definitely relate to my friend. Inspiration is sometimes a bit of a process indeed. Chasing thoughts and having them slip away can be so frustrating. The life of a writer is kinda quirky when you think about it. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • The more we have on our the mind, the more jumbled it is up there. So polluted the words can’t find the exit. So they float around like wraiths on a stormy night. I’ll get my rhythm again. Just need a breather. Thank you, my friend 😊

  • Mistmind

    words slip
    in and out of thought
    tickling inspiration

    then drift…

    overwhelmed by their source
    they unravel
    wisping away from grasp

    probably just as well…

    takes more ink…
    than currently in possession
    let words refill the bottle
    while energy supply refreshens

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    Our dream!

      ---   When everything around us feels gloomy, even when people are near, their eyes searching for someone—perhaps for her, perhaps for him—we find ourselves standing still, even though we know we must move forward.   There comes a moment when we feel...

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