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Teacher...learning as I go...writing as I learn.
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Firstborn60
• 13 reads

Sticky Note

Words fall off unless we lick them,

stick them to the recipient

the intrepid receiver of our slivers

of meaning built by our slivers of shivers.

When the letters line up

shine up

show up to show us up

just when we thought we glowed up.

Now to find out we went hard to stick those syllables

and lick those syllables

so they stay together to make a

merry weather day filled with words I hope stick and stay.

I hope they stay on my sticky note.

The one I licked for good luck before

I stuck it to your soul.

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Firstborn60 in Spoken Word
• 16 reads

Sticky Note

Words fall off unless we lick them,

stick them to the recipient

the intrepid receiver of our slivers

of meaning built by our slivers of shivers.

When the letters line up

shine up

show up to show us up

just when we thought we glowed up.

Now to find out we went hard to stick those syllables

and lick those syllables

so they stay together to make a

merry weather day filled with words I hope stick and stay.

I hope they stay on my sticky note.

The one I licked for good luck before

I stuck it to your soul.

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Firstborn60
• 16 reads

words

Words...those sparks that speak for us.

Syllables formed from thoughts.

Sometimes they articulate perfectly the intended message.

Sometimes they tell our stories.

We send them out to lovers, and friends and foes alike. They're perfect parcels...meant for someone else to form meaning.

Occasionally they are left outside in the rain.

Unreceived

Ignored

Misunderstood

It's as if they are speechless.

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Firstborn60
• 13 reads

The confusion of grief

With the fresh reality, everyone shows up

"Let us help."

"What can we do?"

They don't know what to do.

I don't know what they can do.

Physically close is uncomfortable

because a hug may feel right

but could be rebuffed

where does that leave them?

It leaves them with arms empty

while I live days and nights

with every part of everything empty.

Talking is easy when I fill the air.

In the throes of disaster

I had a focus

there was illness or getting well

or planning for death...

all those provided a solution

The aftermath leaves nothing but

ends to tie up and items to sort.

and the things that show up that

I must decipher

Thoughts to clear away

pieces of white paper and colored

what to keep and whatever mattered

A life reduced to rubble

and piles of useless clutter.

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Challenge
As a writer what do you dread most? For me it is simply losing my pen! Yes I could go the digital route but I'm more of a pen to paper type of lady plus i want to get it all out as its in my head the correct way:)
So write a story about a blocked writer who suddenly has an amazing idea but they lose their pen! What are the challenges of finding this pen? Is it magic? Did a co-worker steal it? Maybe a jealous writer who knows its a lucky charm for thus writer? Write my Pretties Write!! Make it any genre of your choosing but write and tag me plzzzzz Happy Writing My Friends ;)
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Firstborn60
• 22 reads

Words form

I am flying down the road and there it is.

In my head formed the perfect line.

I repeat it in hopes of keeping it mine.

Looking for my voice memo tile

Now I’ve lost it, but it was mine for a while.

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Firstborn60
• 21 reads

Soul pool

There’s nothing like the eyes of a lover.

They search so deeply.

Seeing all the way through

Deep into their lover’s soul pool

Clear, warm and salty

It holds the years of tears shed

While looking for them...waiting for them.

It is their place on which

To float endlessly.

In that safe dwelling within their lovers soul...made just for them.

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Firstborn60
• 23 reads

Sister moon

Last night I noticed light glinting off the silver of the car. Looking straight up overhead I saw her...Our moon. I smiled at her...she smiled back...I told her silently...thank you sister...I love you and how your luminescence lights my way. Tonight’s dark sky is brightened once again by the never ending beauty of Our Moon...with or without you...I know we will always bask in her light at the same time...we might even have a private glance upward...remembering her as Ours and our time with her.

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Firstborn60
• 38 reads

Like the dew

Like dew on grass my tears rested gently on my cheeks. Each droplet rolled slowly over the mounds leaving a glistening trail to be traced by your fingers. As you caught each one you asked, “Why my love do you weep so?” To that I answered, “Because soon I will miss you as fiercely as I am thrilled to see you now.” Watching the joy in my eyes at seeing yours you leaned down and kissed the trail of each tear. The path was then broken. Only joy remained in its place.

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Cover image for post My escape, by Firstborn60
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Firstborn60
• 43 reads

My escape

Like an old camera

which when opened

exposes the delicate film,

so did our time together

capture these snapshots

of memories longed

to be created.

Created from joy,

surprise, tenderness,

passion, desire,

Reconciliation and love.

The laughter and longing

connection and satisfaction,

affection and belonging

held us tightly together.

Hold my hand.

Catch my tears.

And know my love

I’ll do the same.

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Challenge
souls
since fifteen word challenges are apparently unacceptable at the moment, i present to you... a thirty word challenge :) take the prompt and interpret it however you want, in thirty words. tag me so i can see your lovely entries!
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Firstborn60
• 44 reads

Soul play

Ours dance together

We don't know, but

their play keeps us close.

They know no distance.

Ours only know love.

The ether is their earth.

Holding hands just like us.

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