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Tag Archives: Margo Roby prompts
(Monet) … I am shaken, stirred, blurred he leads me into something that can breathe, beside the still never left drowning in my own salt waters. .. Written for Margo’s Tuesday Tryouts.
.. Abandon ye all fear. Here ye (hear ye) shall only hear of things that stay, the way the sun shines through the broken. All un -spoken gifts shall remain. Are we nothing if not banished? Give us this day … Continue reading
They say she’s just going through a phase, but I know she’s a moody blue, so I tuck her in with sacred limbs, …………snow, and sigh -lence. .. inspiring visual and prompt from over at margo‘s.
Fisherman’s House at Varengeville, by Monet. . It’s loud, this salt. This briny ribbon breeze blown in, tinged with turquoise and pastel time. She’s shaped a world of quiet seafoam clay, steeped the day in parchment sky and silence. Come. … Continue reading
. i will allow these cobbled walls to sing their bumpy beginnings, give their mortared veins a chance to breathe. let us fill these center places with salt, silt, sky; stain them with truth and the moss green of breeze. … Continue reading
.. We raise our long -ing legs, but cannot run. There is something democratic about it, as if a committee was formed, and the idea of actual motion was heartily rejected with just enough nays. But you are always ahead … Continue reading
by Camille Pissarro . My collar is itchy and I’m twitchy with longing. I want to cast off all façade and plait my fin -gers through this crimson soil, forget myself. Perhaps if I just lie down right here, …..the … Continue reading
prompted by margo’s tuesday tryouts.