Subtle flutters ofSteele blue and dusky grey wingsNestled in the wild lilacBeat gently after the danceAs the sun sinks low Tanka Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Poetry
Variety ⁂ rdp
If variety is the spice of life and there was none in his, than his was nothing more than a bitter and flat, tedious existence with only brief moments of sunlight and happiness... Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Pelt ⁂ rdp
She pelted him with a big, wet ball of soppy snow, hitting him firmly in the shoulder, laughing. The cold stung and burned but he'd never say so because the burning in his chest and cheeks far outmatched the cold spot on his arm. He loved her... Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Fury ⁂ rdp
Butterflies swirled and danced in the fury of the early autumn winds, intermingled with the falling reds and golds in sunlight. Tanka poetry Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Froth ⁂ rdp
A bubbly shhhhhhhhh filled the mostly cavernous emptiness within the coffee shop. Until the last 6 months, the shop would have been filled with customers eager to spend $10 to $15 on a coffee and a pastry, sitting in the cool air conditioned space and listening to the latest company endorsed album while sitting on … Continue reading Froth ⁂ rdp
Hole ⁂ rdp
The hole in his heart felt endlessly deep and hollow. There was nothing good about his situation and he felt like he was completely trapped. When women are battered, there's always judgment about why they stay and how they got there but there's also still the compassion for them... The weaker sex. Regardless of how … Continue reading Hole ⁂ rdp
Bud ⁂ rdp
Little pink bud swellsIn the warmth of the sunlightAnd dew drops gather Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Exit ⁂ rdp
Painted bird in a gilded cageKept as a pretty prizeOn display for all to seeNone to touchAlone Longing for an escapeAn exit plan Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
Awaken ⁂ rdp
it is always youwhoholds the powerto awakenme Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt... And feeling very deeply some F. Scott Fitzgerald vibes.
Footprint ⁂ rdp
Soft words like breezes Whisper tenderly and leave Footprints in the soul Brought to you by this Ragtag Daily Prompt.
