breath of the wildintuitive is the meansin which life should be ledupheaval can distend tightened seamsand there is a certain understandingthat change can’t displaceone’s destinybut time, oh, my innocence,will neither aggravate nor alterFate’s true intensity. bulging at the middlea curious heapin the middle there’s an achingsomething wants to be seenit’s the beginnings of eye-watering trutha [...]
Healing has a language, I whisper softly, airily it knows, of the simplicity and the duality of wondrous beauty, poetry and prose, the writers and the poets swing each way in kind, whimsical deciduous trees sway our way, whispering in turn, and slightly, just slightly out of time.
Prompts used: Dearest Heart, I’m falling apartMy soul burnsForlorn flames Title: falling, fallingby Lauren M. Hancock My dearest heart I amfallingapartI turn and burn,my soul is engulfed by thewandering cruel actions,my soul, it speaks, it shrieks,my spirit rises forth away from the gloomI fall apartfloating, into pieces,ashes fly high and away,my darling heart watch meas [...]
the magic of the Universe callsspiral patterns curlreminding us of grandma,mother and childthe lush serene natureof breathglows from Gaia’s glorious eyesenlivened spiritsexploring elvesglittering sprightly sprites.I am amazed by the clouded blue before meabove rainbows threaten to fallmagnificent oceans,raging and still, waitingfor the next wet treasure fromNature’s dripping eyesa blessing unto the animalsforest dwellersand rainforest homesdeserts [...]
The universal white light surrounds me, an ethereal net, damp, floaty cloud so soft I bounce into, not against it… freeform, flow, billowy nature’s growth, it is like an extra being within the room, some giant, invisible, quietly huffing and puffing, he smiles as he cloaks my aura, now no longer a sunny yellow disposition, but made into a vagrant’s imposition…
the dance the flautist sweetly breezes her melody, I can barely hold myself together that breath which creates wonder not an insolent din, fires once raged and sins were born but hell hath no current feature, gone, perpetually, is that scorn!
Multifaceted and colours of the spectrum, a man romantic, with heart pounding for his love, eternal, to return to him again, their binding shade, deep violet, wondrous spiritual shade.
it is with joy that I thank this world that I live in,
I will be the boisterous me I will grin and bear the dreams I will heal and steal that light the sun of the Son of the Sun I will rise when the prisms sparkle rainbow sheens I will be fortuitous and reach for desired dreams I will call and call for items like sticky pearls because they satiate my need for nourishment be and end all.
I dance with momentous energyflying through the silver screencalling to thee and welcoming, seethe seer within me drives to fleeand wanton moments desirous timesfly and wind designing mineand I realise the calling the calling of the designated stallingis in the horses radiancethe unicorns fallingsshe understands knows the truth is at handunravelling the dictations of the [...]