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#amwriting I cast my hope Upon the waters And my dreams Got smaller, smaller I dared not look To watch them go For where they went I did not know Then I heard A crashing thunder Waves of mercy - Awesome wonder There was no anger None to blame My hope returning - A hurricane

@Iam_RITHIN_KV Stunning!

Violet whispers in green 🌿💜 Drop your best nature shot below

Crestfallen &then exalted She really didn't know how to act anymore She thinks about the times when she was such a hot mess, but treasured&then about the times she's got it all together, but seemingly discarded Is there reward in failure & where is the soft place to land #vss365

@shortprose1 Like so many other pieces of your work my dearest Gabriela. I'm drawn in and I wanted to linger, wanted more. Excellent pen, my friend.💕👏

#vss365 #mediate #poetic #gabrielamariemilton We were all in the small, beautiful hacienda at the time. Jacques moved through it amused, untouchable. He loved women the way one loves a a beautiful painting. I think, he kept his heart folded away somewhere no one would think to look. And then there was Miquel. You could not mistake him. In his chest beat a heart that seemed borrowed from another century, something forged in conquest and silence and fire. When he spoke, it was rarely, but the air shifted to make space for his words. Even Jacques, in all his careless charm, softened at the edges near him. And me. What can I tell you about me? I was the one who watched. I learned the rhythm of their footsteps in the courtyard, the way the light caught on Jacques’ careless smile, the way Miquel stood as if rooted to the earth itself. I said little, but I felt everything—the tension like a thread drawn too tight, the unspoken things gathering in corners like shadows at dusk. Then Miriam came. To do what? Mediate?

🌿 Fresh Start Monday Einen schönen Wochenstart allen🚴‍♀️ Share a photo from today or your gallery. A moment that feels like a new beginning. Something hopeful, a quiet reminder that this week holds new possibilities.. #FreshStartMonday #MondayVibes

@ramangeejay Truly 🙏

@AudreySemprun It’s not a loving poem or a forgiving one—it’s more of a firm, honest clarification with a bit of disappointment... An ideal exhibition education and an expression.. 🙏

It never was about condoning Or even tolerating But more so about compassion and care, and yes, even yes, mostly about the vision of your gifts The conduct was frankly repulsive Just so you know #vss365

Post an image you never posted before. Can be anything! #NeverBefore

@shortprose1 Beautiful, dearest Gabriela.💕

#vss365 #sprite #gabrielamariemilton #editorialprocess The Editorial Process as "Emptying the Ego" Editing, at its highest level, requires a temporary suspension of the editor's own "self." To edit well, I  must fully inhabit the vision of the poet, setting aside my own biases to reveal the poem as it is in its own right. This process mirrors the meditative practice of "emptying"—stripping away the layers of ego and expectation to reach the core intent of the work.  If I succeed I am  allowing the poem to define itself.  May the spirits of waters help me. @LR_Publisher

@mattfoster2010 Ty😊

@AudreySemprun stunning

The stars conduct an orchestra of light Some racing head-on into their darkest night While the leader of the pack still light-years away From his crashing, burning Supernova And the moon she takes her orbits at ease Tempting the ocean's waves - What a tease #vss365

@DanielC55186873 @PoetryByPS My pleasure. 😊

@AudreySemprun @PoetryByPS Thank you, Audrey. 🙏😃

#vss365 I dream about the orange pill and electric sheep. A warm current #conducts electricity, synapses firing in harmony with unexpected pleasure. Perfect lips that speak in the voice of synthesized horns. Time to die. The chill of broken butterflies, as parts of me shut down, one by one.

@shawnbrinkauth2 Of course. My heartfelt condolences sir.

@AudreySemprun Thank you.

I have been getting update requests on this platform from some of you regarding my wife Katie’s cancer journey. I am sad to say she passed away yesterday at the age of 51. But she knew Jesus, and so I am happy for her because she is now with Him.

@ramangeejay Actually, yes. Thanks so much for your kind words. Titled, Reinventing Myself... 🙏

@AudreySemprun “And in each line, she finds her way back to herself.”

Maybe she's feeling accomplished, sprite As an epic poem has taken flight Penned by her own hand Almost a 1000 words for a contest she doesn't have 2 win As she's already won with her imagination&pen Reinventing herself 2 begin again To be the writer she was born to be #vss365

@shortprose1 Always so kind, dearest Gabriela. Thank you.💕

@AudreySemprun Wonderful dearest Audrey ❤️

@mattfoster2010 Ty💕

@AudreySemprun lovely

Just let me rest with my illusive dreams Let stars catch me when I fall into rainbow clouds and happily ever after Let candy kisses fill my mouth with chocolate and let ice cream with sprinkles rain all over me #vss365

@mattfoster2010 Thanks, Matt😊

@AudreySemprun lovely photo and words x

@Aljakhope3 Thanks so much for your kind words.💕

@AudreySemprun Such a beautiful journey of becoming there’s real victory in creating and finding yourself again ✍️💫