May 10, 2020
The scent of you linger in the air; as if it were a scarf blowing in the wind.
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The scent of you linger in the air; as if it were a scarf blowing in the wind.
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Your touch, are the unfading blue of the sea, through your touch I have turned the petals of fire blue; within me is transformed instantaneously, adjoined by the colors of sorrow as dark, as pure, as the sleeping sapphire, the topaz in the headline of your eyelids; I have ached tenderly across the perfume of your tears, rinsing me, salted me, murdering blue.
Chuck Akot, les parfums de tes larmes
Reflections
When I looked in the mirror,
it was easy to see why he didn’t love me.
-c.m.
The Prompts
Here is a list of the #abstractprompts that have been run so far. I won't let it get too long, over time, i’ll retire and replace prompts that are no longer active.
If is isn’t obvious, please name which prompt has inspired your writing. All are welcome to contribute anytime, for any prompt.
There will be a new prompt added every weekend, and possibly one mid-week as well.
I love words, their meanings, and the innumerable ways of expressing them. With every thought leading into a verse, a poem, or an insight. My world expands. It is through vocabulary, that that I begin not only to understand myself, but develop my capacity to express it.
Making these words available for others, has proved a huge benefit. It inspires me in a new way, a shared way, and I am grateful to everyone that participates.
These prompts are always available. experiment, approach from new perspectives
Keep writing Be well
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Silent magic
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A lost fragrance
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Dependent upon the soil
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Outside my imagination
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Compassion
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A buried butterfly
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Emotional independence
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Dreaming of calm
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Reminders that beauty surrounds us
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Expanding on the good
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Growing flowers in the hole
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As meaning fades
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Where is my beauty?
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A fragment of the fire
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Loving kindness
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I am both
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Abandoned to it’s nature
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Crawling from the river
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Existential dissonance
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The trails our thoughts make
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A sound at the door
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The lens through which we view
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An embrace of great length
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Generating significance
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Beautiful in the dark
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Stepping through the ghost
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An investment in goodwill
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Fatal rhythm
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An act of creation
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Such a small flower
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Sympathetic Joy
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The flesh of thoughts
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Quiet Inside
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Weapons of diminishment
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All dawns are inevitable twilight
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The last thought before sleep
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Listening to the birds
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Moments of nourishment
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Collecting sincerities
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The joy of watching things grow
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Filling the glass
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Chaos is afraid of you
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The rules of breathing
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the nature of light is to reveal, darkness is always present
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if i kissed the truth onto your lips, would you stop telling me lies?
kira malibu
Metaphors drip off my lips like syrup slow and sweetly I talk in prose and breathe out analogies in quick succession. I'm a loaded gun Bullets like similes fly out personified and kill doubt. I think in quotations and have ink stains on my hands writing is my way out of this corrupt world.
Eros J. Belle
I guess, my experiences are too strong to pull out the words that create a lasting effect in my life; I guess these words emphasize my emotions, my vulnerability, my brokenness; it feels real to be moved by language in a strange perplexity and how gentle pain is.
Chuck Akot, from Collected Poems, “How Gentle Pain Is”