'You're not looking your usual polished self, Gabe. Did you not shave this morning? What's going on with your teeth? And your ears... Hmmm. I see. We're at the full #lunar cycle... I guess that little nip from Willy the werepuppy was enough to, uh, well, you know... bye!'
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#vss365#FoxProse@FoxProse#Lunar eclipse of the heart, an afternoon moon teases with tenderness sweeter than silence, for her crescent shine is in full splendor, "How do we canvas it to azure skies?" It reminds me of a timeless love, a symbol with a celestial edge. "Love how it arcs the curving of the day, for she becomes defiant in this transient story, but she harmonies through every phase!"...
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Dave was trying to watch the match on telly. But Gary his son was practicing with his new band in the garage. Sound was deafening. Dave stormed in and pulled the plug on the amp. Enough of this rubbish, he shouted. It’s not rubbish, said Gary, it’s #Psychopomp! #vss365
It's April 26, 2026, and today's mythology-inspired #vss365#prompt is #lunar!
As in the beautiful Japanese moon god, Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto (ツクヨミノミコト, 月読命). He has both benevolent and malevolent characteristics, as a keeper of balance and order!
Lunar lights give way to the sun when the two hawks reach the lush thicket of trees, where their nest is. They find their nest empty, for the young ones have flown to start lives of their own.
#vss365 lunar
#vssfantasy lush
Something different today, 'cause I'm feeling silly:
#Pyschopomp or nincompoop
It's really hard to say
He was supposed to guide me
Yet he led me astray
Netherworld or Heaven's Gate
Someone show me the way
Nevermind, I just woke up
I'll live another day
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In the life of chess, we divulge our sins
Though it’s when we’re spirits that judgement begins
Every immortal move is a confession no soul can disguise
So sin wisely, with no regrets—
for the #psychopomp leads us on,
bearing all our debts
#Vss365#FoxProse
With all things I’ve seen
copied behind these #eye_lids
reconciled on paint
—
She draws my #eye_lids
shut through sage smoke and charcoal
tearing into dreams
#haikuhorrorprompt
#vss365
Amor.. It is you whom bore into my skin—not rich in minerals
But for long time memories, that was left
You, in the lunar shadow of the oak
My happiness surfaces, as if it has iron in it, pulled by the hands of magnetism
& my skin blushes like freshly born petals
The first #lunar missions made an impression on my father. He made sure we were in front of the television for every important stage. The day Neal Armstrong set foot on the surface, Daddy quit smoking. He figured he could muster up some courage, too.
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Bob sits by the washing machine as it thumps and sways. He dabbles in #lunar poetry, full moon shining through the small window. Socks fall from the basket, the spin cycle roars, Leo darts past. He keeps writing for Nora, doing his best, hoping she feels it.
#vss365
The moons revolutions fleetingly turn
as the #Lunar month floats through the sky
On Hera's silken screen
She ponders what might have been
& never shall
In the halls of mighty Hal
Whilst he takes another Queen
From a portrait, unseen
The axe falls
No one heeds her calls
#vss365
#Poetry
Lady Peacock with her emerald eyes...
a woman with cobalt blue, turquoise,
and gold feathers
adorn her halo tresses...
for she's sensual and sexy
so majestic and beautifully elegant!...
walking with grace and form...