Mystic midnight mosaic, shadows stir,
In ceaseless quest to conquer, moonset
mourns
While whispers of sun celebrate
Linking with Blogging From A To Z Challenge - April 2014
Linking with Ketchup With Us #Bloghop 40
Dawn's honey
Prompt challenge: Use at least two yellow things in a poem without using the word "yellow." My response takes the path of dawn—whe...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
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“ Chubby cheeks, dimple chin, Rosy lips, teeth within, Curly hair, very fair, Eyes are blue, lovely too. Daddy’s pet, is that you? ” ...
Moonset. I like that. Never thought about using it. Or that it even exists. But it so does. Beautifully written, Ruby. As always. :)
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Thank you so much for such encouraging words
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