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I am the whisper of the wind time without end hands that reach to comfort & caress I am the voice who stills the ache I am the passion released soft warming the love that you seek hold to your dreams look to the stars find me I am the whisper ~of the wind... #poem

#vss365 Hands learn early how to hold and how to harm In the dark, they remember more than the mind allows A hand can cradle a pulse or quiet it Lines on the palm are not fate, just maps of what was done and what could not be undone Fingers close not in prayer but in habit Darkness does not arrive, it gathers in the spaces between the knuckles and stays long after the hands forget why they tremble #Darkvibes #AbyssWithin

The way the sky opens this morning an invitation to take a journey never before imagined A peaceful cadence in a symphony without drum’s thunder or cymbal clashes a flute's melodic whisper Up here you live forever between the raindrops and the sun #sedserio #poetrycommunity

#vss365 #bank The boughs and banks Of our soul’s petals Entwine to coexist..beautifully, #poetrycommunity Pic is my own

#vss365 #sing Shadows dance to sing a silvery haunting, Radiant as a whisper, silent..as a ghost, #poetrycommunity Pic is from Pinterest

We stumble, we fall, I #sing through the broken stage, Carrying on still. Shattered into dust, Yet no storm can fully steal, The will to rise whole. Time bends, wounds soften, From ruins, we stand again, Endure, and become. #vss365 #OurPoetryX #WriteMap #BraveWrite @OurPoetryX

#SatSplat we were a clockwork couple arms embraced in choreographed gestures of love alone #trapped by words and caged phrases our bodies bowed in elegant lines of sorrow but our carved metal trees warp to form that bridge for the children in us longing to touch and heal

windworn words soft as sunset still sing clearly #micropoetry #mywords #vss365 #Only8Words @only8words 📸 Galleria

Darker shades become coloured and lifted and cradled by the bold-soft rhythms of cloud on sky. Subbo

I trod beneath a hollow sky, its pallor pulled reason low; a whisper bade me follow the moon, something in me feared to go. Its silver eye unmade my will, it drew me past what I had known; I chased light, so cold, so still, lost the path I called my own. #OurPoetryX @OurPoetryX

Time stays We move Scott Hefti — Quiet Matter

Petals spun from silk and fire, Rising like a soft desire. Through the mist and smoky air, Beauty blooms beyond compare. Let the silent gardens #sing, Of the grace that shadows bring. In this glow, the spirit wakes, For the love that beauty makes. #vss365

Did I #rise From the soil Only to be plunged Into more darkness Did my Phoenix wings fail me Time carried me On a featherless wing For the Sun had already Burnt them all Only thing to do Jump fall dive Into pleading eyes Of my own reflection Did I do the right thing To rise like the Moon Beaming cold Through the never ending darkness #WriteMap 473 #poetry

#Vss365 Captured in the still of night A grain of my soul still hangs Where it gasped to grasp That spirit of yours A piece of you Flown away Out of Reach Somersaults & acrobatic Twists & turns My heart holds on In the dark precariously #Blind & stupid love, be maybe 🎨Maxim Maslennikov

I follow the sun's flight, chasing horizons like fading dreams in the dawnlight. My heart listens to the winds sing, nature's zephyrs with the whispering voices & I am forever enchanted. When I wander, always I am searching for the guide star home. #vss365 📸 by M.A. Egan

Father’s footstep? Intellectual authority emotional disability a sons burden hard to carry. Paralyzed me somehow struggled to thrive, darkness embraced me, another world to rise. A long time ago. Acceptance you learn in the muddy tunnel too. After that, you rule. Mauritius

You are the breeze upon the glassy lake surface... teasing my reality...

#vss365 #Sing #Prompt Sing— 
not where the world applauds,
but where you came undone. Let every shattered note rise up
and burn like it begun. For even in your quiet ruin,
you are not the only one. #WritingCommunity #Poetrywriting

Were you so blind you could not see my Sun rise? Did you not hear me sing? Were you deaf to the music of my sea? I waited .. O I waited Yet time and tide, they’ve caught up with me, at last. Now I am but a whisper, a phantom from the past. #vss365 #sing #blind Art: G Dore

“What an astonishment to breathe on this breathing planet. What a blessing to be Earth loving Earth.” - John Green

#mythologymonday When Pan was born to the nymph Dryope, after her union with Hermes ~ she fled in terror at the sight of her child. With horns, hooves, and a wild cry, the newborn seemed more beast than god. Hermes gathered the infant and carried him to Olympus, where the gods welcomed him. He would grow into something the wild would claim ~ a god of lonely hills, strange music, and sudden fear. Even what is feared at birth may yet find its place among the gods.