Tag: Peace

At Peace – Poem of the Month – June 2022

At Peace

With nothing but my own thoughts
to keep me company
I sit in silence
Tendrils of light are streaming
through the trees, captivating
my imagination and inspiring my muse
Losing myself in wonder I allow
these moments to dream, ignoring 
what I think must be done
When still, I understand the process
Nature is drawing me back 
balancing my weary mind
reminding me to breathe deep
and to cease the constant motion
if only for moments
That I might repair body and soul
Without which I am of little use


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Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse

Dreams Are Free – Flash Fiction

Dreams Are Free

She sat quietly in the small space she’d discovered on the top floor of her uncle’s house.  A box room, probably meant for storage, but there was a chair, some old boxes of books and small window overlooking the lake.  

She was reflecting on recent events that had brought her here.  The hectic comings and goings of visitors had given her an excuse to disappear for a while.

Grateful for the solace of the tiny room, she let her mind wander wherever it chose to go.  A sudden knock on the door made her jump.

“Ella. Are you in there?”, said her cousin Joel.

She wondered how long before someone came looking.

“What are you doing?” He demanded.  “We need to talk”

She replied reluctantly, “Joel, if you are a dreamer, come on in.  If not, then you can just let me be. OK?”

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Lillian is hosting Prosery Monday at D'Verse Poets tonight and has
prompted us with the line "If you are a dreamer, come on in".
The line is from Shel Silverstein’s poem, Invitation, as published
in his wonderful book, Where the Sidewalk Ends.
We are to write a piece of Flash Fiction no more that 144 words long,
excluding the title, and MUST use the prompt line as stated.

Image by Gaby Stein from Pixabay 

Free as a Bird

Free as a Bird

I run like the wind, for my wings are clipped
My spirit beaten, but it is not dead
and you cannot kill it
This bond was unexpected and fierce
A connection steeped in culture 
With deep feelings
Strong like the Oak
But you must know
I will never be your possession
I live in peace within my soul
My free will is my life breath 
Accept me for who I am


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Word Prompts

Run - Stream of consciousness
Unexpected - RDP
Open Link Weekend - Earthweal
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