FishInTheBrook

She's not much to look at And it's saved Her The pretty ones They fell like trees At the hands of men with dreams

mining some ink? spill it #prompts April 24, 2026 Weekend #Prompt - TAKE (any form of the word) sixword~tenword~tanka~haiku ** please! No AI ** **no AI words photos or art** post with the hashtag: #inkMine

@VladaMars this is how i live, Vlada.

“This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants.” Walt Whitman Earth Day 🌎

sold the impala and got a honda crosstour. liking it but have a problem. at night, while asleep, the windows open by themselves. anyone ever had this happen?

Mining some ink? spill it #prompts Mon April 20, 2026 Weekly #Prompt - FRAUGHT SAD REASON SOFTEN GRABBY DECEPTION ** please! No AI ** **no AI words photos or art** post with hashtag: #inkMine

mining some ink? spill it #prompts April 17, 2026 Weekend #Prompt - COMPORT (any form of the word) sixword~tenword~tanka~haiku ** please! No AI ** **no AI words photos or art** post with the hashtag: #inkMine

tax deadline - beware the ides of april

in a moment's silence her eyes saying so much seems they could go on and on forever

Mining some ink? spill it #prompts Mon April 13, 2026 Weekly #Prompt - NIFTY UPBEAT OPTIMISTIC CAUTION TIRED MANIPULATE ** please! No AI ** **no AI words photos or art** post with hashtag: #inkMine

#vss365 #letter #poetrycollboration #literaryrevelations A poem by Francisco Bravo Cabrera and Gabriela Marie Milton Art: Francisco Bravo Cabrera A production of Literary Revelations The road bends furtively round the passing years,
avoiding those who stubbornly remain,
like a mouse caught in a maze… The silent path curls back on itself,
Like those who linger lost, 
within the flames of our Spanish maze. Like a ribbon pulled by unseen hands,
The road carries the weight of hopeful smiles
as it gently crosses desert sands… dreams unfurl in the hush of distant days
a snake coils on my arm
a silken thread torn from a kiss I’ve walked it under silver skies,
waiting for the morning’s gentle rain,
whispering your name… Echoes of a touch that never happened,
longing swallowed by memory, I cannot remember why,
the ache of what will always be Some days the road just seems too long to bear,
If your body remains far from sight,
while I’m dreaming of your soft skin in the night… White turns reddish pink amid the night
Sands cover their eyes— desires flame
untouched by rhyme. And though the winds of longing may have changed my stride,
as other roads crossed mine from time to time,
the only road that leads to you forever winds… Yet in the hush between each step and sigh,
Between my blood and yours
my lips untouched So here I stand, where journeys start and end,
where all the scattered moments meet.
the road has led me to your heart again Where our love was born from sand and tombs
from futures that may not exist
The road that led me to your heart again
has no end.   @LR_Publisher

some say there's no one but admittedly or not we all have someone our heart's aflutter for

mining some ink? spill it #prompts April 10, 2026 Weekend #Prompt - WILLOW (any form of the word) sixword~tenword~tanka~haiku ** please! No AI ** **no AI words photos or art** post with the hashtag: #inkMine

6 years of housecleaning and still getting calls for construction and housepainting because friends give my number out. hate saying no but do and friends know why.

✨ for every word of love still aches—I think—with you When you come back to me in dreams and quiet thoughts, I lose the sense of where my voice begins. My pen no longer leads what I would say, it follows something deeper than my will #EveryWordReturnsToYou

💫 written for your absence Your stories rise like ink within my throat, a darkened flood of words I cannot still, they fall in quiet letters at my feet, and speak for all the silence I have kept. Stay in my breath, in dreams … #inkandpaper #melancholicpoetry #writtenwords

In all the moments in between where I held on Hope was the only thing truly alive #mywords

Mining some ink? spill it #prompts Mon April 06, 2026 Weekly #Prompt - MUM MOPHEAD POM-POM RAINBOW CORYMB HORTENSIA ** please! No AI ** **no AI words photos or art** post with hashtag: #inkMine

@VladaMars Is a lot to let go of, Vlada. Glad you're at peace with it.

Today I played the last concert on my beautiful piano as it is going to a new home. How many beautiful memories I had with this piano, how many melodies were composed here. Feeling very grateful and a bit of sad to say goodbye. But new life awaits ♥️

beat poet rebel without a clause

there is nothing, no one that can make me unhappy on a day I get to spend in my garden the world can wait beyond the gate, its noise soft as distant whispers… here, in the quiet between leaves, i am entirely my own