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Musings and reflection Poetry Prompted Self-Realization

October 18 – Monsters

by Trish / 19/10/2020

They tell me I am small, delicate, brittleReminding me though I am grown, I am littleWrapped forever in red, no matter how clothedI’m a creature for sin, as woman I’m loathed.Encouraged to stay cloaked, below a hood I must cowerAs I am an enticement to those who devourAnd I must be vigilant, avoiding the wrathThough it’s my own fault if I stray from the path. I’m warned never to wander, for I’ll come to harmDon’t look too close at things…

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Musings and reflection Prompted

October 17 – Perspective

by Trish / 18/10/2020

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It’s that thing that shifts, depending on where you’re standing at the time. That thing you can’t have until you have some. How frustrating to be young and know so much without realizing that you know very little and won’t know that you know very little until you know enough to know that you don’t really know shit. It’s a first rate upset,a flipped switch reseta mostly unsafe betAnd stuff you’ve not learned yet. Time lets us think it runs…

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Musings and reflection Poetry Prompted

October 16 – Openings

by Trish / 17/10/2020

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It used to be that my openings were furtive,threadbare,only available once the fabric of time had worn so thin that potential was inevitable.I took what I could get,and what I got was more akin to the random of raggedthan the intention of lace. It never once occurred to me that there were other options.Something more than a space large enough to glimpse what might be possibleIf only I knew where to look.Opportunities were for those more deserving.Room to breathe for…

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Fiction Prompted

October 15 – By the River

by Trish / 15/10/2020

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The story stopped being about me the moment I died. Which is ludicrous when one considers there would be no story without me. I thought he was joking at first, a bit of rough and tumble fun, meaty paws wrapping my slender neck and squeezing light, making my head swim a bit. I didn’t think to stop him, to cry out, not that there was much space for it. I didn’t think he would do me like that until it…

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October 14 – Harvest

by Trish / 14/10/2020

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A season, a feeling, a sense of dues paid in due time. I don’t consider what happened as revenge. Like the lord says, you reap what you sow.…

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Fiction Prompted

October 13 – Luck

by Trish / 14/10/2020

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“It’s bad luck to be superstitious.” I feel like I have more for this, but it’s just not coming so I’m going to post a smutty story I wrote a while back when a dear friend prompted me with “Mud and Luck” because I’m laaaazy. So yes, there is a caveat that there is (literally) dirty (figuratively) dirty sex ahead. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A heavy, dense fog permeated everything, settling uncomfortably into a thickness between Sweeney’s lips that turned out to be,…

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Musings and reflection Poetry Prompted

Oct 12 – Sunrise or sunset?

by Trish / 12/10/2020

Both. Dawn comes equipped with fingers, rose tinged and welcoming the clean slate promise of the day. Stretched like a cat, languorously along the horizon, light finds itself growing exponentially, finding inspiration in stars plucked from the heavens, absorbed by it’s all or nothing nature. Dusk slips into something more comfortable, a muslin misty softening of the sharp edges that hide more easily in the night.A calm, contrary to the cacophonous chorus of birdsong, pushes the air into ever broadening…

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Musings and reflection Prompted Self-Realization

October 11 – Ghosts (a freewrite)

by Trish / 11/10/2020

“I am the sum total of my ancestorsI carry their DNAWe are representatives of a long line of peopleAnd we cart them around everywhereThis long line of peopleThat goes back to the beginning of timeAnd when we meet – they meet other lines of peopleAnd we say: bring together the lines of me.” -Unknown (1 Giant Leap – My culture) Everything lined up so that I could be here, in this moment, half clothed and half crazed, words racing toward…

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Musings and reflection Poetry Prompted Self-Realization

October 10 – Transition

by Trish / 10/10/2020

Transition.Point a to point b.The longest distance between two places is a shortcut. There are no short cuts. I spent so long looking for the easy ways, refusing to put any faith in the long game because one never knows just how long we have.But is that any reason to live in fits and starts, and never finishes? And now I find myself blessed with the grace of aging, perspective broadened enough to see the benefit to the long game,to…