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Musings and reflection Poetry Prompted

December 25 – Dreams

by Trish / 26/12/2020

I don’t think of those things that are tangible as being dreams. I never really have. I don’t dream about being a writer, I just am, even when I’m not. It’s not an intangible thing. It feels ridiculously concrete given it’s ethereal nature. No, dreams are that which are all and nothing simultaneously. But this is me. When I go to sleep, I dream. They are vivid, active, and I come back with them mostly intact. Strangely incorporeal, and yet…

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Musings and reflection Prompted Self-Realization

December 24 – Time

by Trish / 26/12/2020

“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important. – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince And really, any time spent on something loved is no waste. We might look back and think, oh I wish I’d done this or that, but what about the things we did do? We might think, I’d better get to this list of stuff before it’s too late, before I run out of time. But what about…

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December 23 – My Shadow Self

by Trish / 26/12/2020

In a month of prompts that has been kicking my ass, demanding I delve in ways I never expected when I made the damn things, this checks out. I go both ways on shadow self, on both her being a system of thoughts that undermine and sabotage, a perfectionist made of mist, intangible and unaccountable but hardwired all the same to run interference whenever possible. There is also a feeling that she lurks, lingers, hopeful that I won’t notice her…

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December 22 – The songs of stars

by Trish / 24/12/2020

I feel like they might be Icelandic. All plinky plink and well versed in cold.…

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Musings and reflection Poetry Prompted Self-Realization

December 21 – Longest Night

by Trish / 21/12/2020

I was a different person then, and so the expectation that I should write the same,work the same, be the same, is silly. Within the same breath, I am still me, Perhaps just moreStill. I sat up late with the spirits,Welcomed the long night at 3:02 am my time.We were quiet together, I think they save the most raucous storiesFor when I sleep. Because that’s the timeI don’t stop myself from feeling everythingAnd anything really is possible. The trees outside…

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Fiction Musings and reflection Prompted

December 20 – Gifts

by Trish / 21/12/2020

“You give me more than you think. Probably more than I think, but this kind of thing is hardly quantifiable, isn’t it?” A half sleepy smile he couldn’t see pressed between his shoulder blades in the dark room. He thought she’d drifted off again when her muffled voice made its way up his vertebrae to settle somewhere around his ears. “I sometimes think about how gifts are given in Japan, with both hands, which to me suggests a full commitment…

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Poetry Prompted

December 19 – The Depth of the Sky

by Trish / 20/12/2020

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The best clothes have good pockets, I think the same could be true of the sky.A simple design that allows it to tuck away stars it doesn’t need until later, which could be thousands of light years, give or take. But this is taking for granted that I am speaking of the night sky, because in the dark, depths are unimaginable, there is no strict definition to surroundings, the world ensconced in a hazy shadow of time and space memory.…

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December 18 – A poem I wish I’d written

by Trish / 18/12/2020

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It’s you. You’re just so so good, even when you don’t think that could be true. Perhaps that’s when, most of all. How blinded to your own light you can be, the intrinsic nature of your existence seems so obviousBut it’s hard to see out when you’re in it. You’re poetry, plain and simple, the way the words sift themselves into something more than their simplest meaningIn that space on your tongue where your heart and mind collide. You invite…

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Fiction Prompted Self-Realization

December 17 – A lie I tell myself (a drabble) (and then a bunch of stuff that is more or less unrelated)

by Trish / 17/12/2020

He moved to the ocean for me, carried that damp air around in his bones for longer than was warranted, but that’s love, I suppose.I’ll forever remember the look on his face when I asked if there was a chance we might move back to the plains. Remove ourselves from the shadow of the mountains that threatened to tumble into the sea, taking us with them.Relief, then suspicion. “You love the sea. It’s why your blood is so much saltier…

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Musings and reflection Prompted Self-Realization

December 16 – First thought, best thought

by Trish / 16/12/2020

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My thought process is jumbled up fragments of misplaced song lyrics, I am genuinely not sure how to nail down which one of these petals in the wind was first. This prompt certainly hearkens back to the tabula rasa one a little bit. It seems as though there is a plot by my brain to reset things, to free me from the shackles of the things I carry about like some literary marleys dragging preconceived notions of how things should…