In the grand tapestry of human interaction, respect is the silken thread that binds together the fragile fabric of our shared existence. It is the bedrock upon which the majestic edifice of healthy relationships, harmonious communities, and a just society stands. To recognize the inherent worth of every soul and to treat them with the tender consideration and courtesy they deserve is to participat...

Purpose prose

I suppose

Need to write

What’s in sight...

Writing the second:

Eva and Kathy try writing without seeing each other’s parts again

Eva writes part 1 and 3, Kathy writes part 2 and 4

No prompt <3

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I had a bracelet with two beads one fell in the sea,

it was a lake actually,

the others in London,

somewhere in the city,

they're probably being kicked about,

it's probably stuck in between the ridges on the sole of a shoe.

...

Hey! Before you read this experimental piece of poetry, just know that it gets a bit gruesome.

"I'm scared"

Oh your accsimus is admirably and skillfully placed

in our mirthfully light conversation so sagely laced

with the placid humility unabashedly displayed in that scintillating twinkle in your eye

with which I

Am reminded of fluffy white seals born newly,

and of their puffy soft breaths ...

You got me twisted between love and hate,

What lesson lies in this cruel twist of fate?

Is it to let go, release the threads of my heart?

Yet I’ve let go of so much, seen dreams depart.

It feels unjust to lose what my soul does crave,

When I know, with you, life’s so vibrant, so brave.

I longed for you, my heart’s deepest desire,

Now, here I am, writing silly poems, a scribe on fire. ...

Sizzling pans and bubbling pots,

A symphony of flavors, aromas waft.

Crisp vegetables, tender meats,

Herbs and spices, nature's treats.

Golden crusts on fresh-baked bread,

Steaming soups to chase the dread.

Sweet desserts, a perfect end,

Comfort found in what we've penned.

From farm to table, love infused,

In every dish, a story used.

Nourishment for body, soul,

Food connects us, makes us whole....

Beneath the canopy of the sapphire heavens, where twilight’s velvet fingers entwine with the horizon’s golden embrace, there lies a realm resplendent in nature’s most opulent hues. Here, the perfumed zephyrs whisper secrets of yore, their breath a tantalizing blend of jasmine and lilac, an elixir to the weary soul.

The argent moon, a celestial gem ensconced in the inky abyss, casts its argent gaz...

Beneath the glass, my face a-bloom;

With poppies red, and roses hue;

Vining from chrysanthemums asunder;

Where I lordly grasped the flaming sun,

Where Blooming incarnatum lie,

Spirits dare not tread

where spirits be;

Blood is never shed when tonic sees to

That this will not be so

Thus I lie beneath the glass;

Safe like the butterfly

withheld,

Far and Unreachable as the sun,

Somewhere near the bot...

Feel the dampness of the rain

Cozy rain

How it placates the spirits and assuages all pain

Hear it drizzle drizzle drizzle in the penetrating wind

Underneath the weeping trees

As the sleeping willow bleeds

Onto soft and supple skin

Watch it fall, fall, fall down the terracotta wall

Hear the melancholy ballad as the angels start to bawl

Smell the petrichor aroma that will always remain

From the...

Her bright red coat covered her long beautiful body. It swayed equally with the slow and steady wind. Confidence radiating smoothly off her like the beams of color. Into the yellow cab she went leaving behind a trace of velvet flowers.

S. L. Cline...