Ivyy
If we cannot explore the multifariousness of our society, we will soon forget the magic that lies beneath it. And thus, I write. Go read.
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& LOVE & ALL
It's Day,
breaks across
windows,
feeling
linen on
unshaven skin
no sleep
comes with
unabridged telephone
wires with
Dove who repeatedly
call
cooing alarms into
Stuffy rooms
to where
has company gone?
Summer, and
the days stretch
onward:
acquiescent.
None but repeated calls
of solitude
and how it
Ends this way
farewell to a
countenance on the
street, which will
never call your name
How soon
solitude
turns estrangement,
and Love Songs
pass away
Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #35: Write a piece of micropoetry that draws inspiration from the following word: “Equality.” The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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