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The piece that stood out to me most was:
Sunlight I remember you being a goddess,
Flanked by two golden wings,
Sunrays stretching out from your shoulder blades,
Just reaching past your extended finger tips.

Azure skies painted with a careful stroke,
Fading to a point on the horizon,
Feathered clouds filling the expanse,
Your pale face turned upwards.

When the clouds came in troops,
The onslaught of rain,
You told me to wait for the sun,
The shower beating against your face.

On Sundays, we had picnics,
Red checkered blankets,
Finger sandwiches,
Steaming pots of jasmine tea.

We were children again,
Our hands laced with ribbons,
Butterfly wings behind our ears,
Laughing late
The imagery and unique presentation of this piece speak for themselves; it's quite a lovely composition.


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Last Week's Writing Prompt

“Sunny Days”

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Poetry
Aestivate I imagine the neighborhood laughs at me
- little scrawny me with trembling arms -
because I dance as I mow the lawn and
oh, look at the poor girl, she's gone loopy in the sun
but I'm so much stronger than everyone thinks,
and sweating reminds me that my body still remembers,
after all this time, how to work.
Yes, I may be lumbering along with one leg dragging behind,
right hand painted green as dandelion stems,
but oh well. At least my skin enjoys the taste of UV rays
that lap at the gustatory tang of my farmer's tan, peppered salty
with hay fever [creeping up my back.]

I lay with silent headphones in,
hidden amongst a bed of wee Just Look Up Even from where I drift,
that light which you call "Sun"
is easily visible.
I gaze into its eyes.
Your eyes.
Your eyes, as azure as ever.
I remember every detail,
every little aspect
that God required to make them.
My comrades call me crazy.
They just don't know where to look.
They don't bother me though;
I can see you, feel what you feel
from the edge of the Milky Way.
All I want is for your eyes to find mine.
Just look up. austria you are every single day of my life that i wasted thinking
resentful thoughts about myself and my ex-boyfriends and the world--

and when i hear names like steinbeck and salinger and fitzgerald
i'll remember all the intellectual conversations that only made us
feel inadequate and when i listen to incubus i think of all the days we never had
(a day to remember and pk and of monsters and men only remind me
of how i am not good enough for you)--

and son, you are every sunny day when i looked up at the sky
and wished for something inexplicable--you are every sunset
that took my breath away and made me feel something--
you are every song Still Doll Take my hand,
Let's run through the fields,
Bathed in warm golden sun
Together.

Let's laugh,
And play, and dance,
In the budding flowers
Together.

Let's kiss,
And hug, and make love,
In the balmy Spring heat
Together. Settling The Past Watching the sun,
Setting slowly in the West,
My mind travels back.

Back to a time,
Where smiles came fast,
Laughs even faster.

Back to a time,
When my heart fluttered,
With joy and love.

Back to a place,
Where everyday,
You were there at my side.

Back to a place,
Where you would hold my hand,
And tell me you love me.

Back to a time,
Where things were simpler.
Where things were easier.

Watching the sun,
A soft sigh passes my lips,
As the thought crosses my mind-

First loves lost to time,
Are naught, but,
A bittersweet memory. Sunlight I remember you being a goddess,
Flanked by two golden wings,
Sunrays stretching out from your shoulder blades,
Just reaching past your extended finger tips.

Azure skies painted with a careful stroke,
Fading to a point on the horizon,
Feathered clouds filling the expanse,
Your pale face turned upwards.

When the clouds came in troops,
The onslaught of rain,
You told me to wait for the sun,
The shower beating against your face.

On Sundays, we had picnics,
Red checkered blankets,
Finger sandwiches,
Steaming pots of jasmine tea.

We were children again,
Our hands laced with ribbons,
Butterfly wings behind our ears,
Laughing late

Life Is Like SummerShining sky,
Burning bright,
Lush lavenders,
Growing in the light.
Star gazing,
Ice pops,
Screaming children,
Honey dew drops.
All is quiet,
In a single moment,
You lay beside me,
Without a comment.
You and I,
The road ahead,
My hand waving in the wind,
Catching the red.
Lips lock,
The sunset on it's ways,
There's nothing more,
I could ask for on this summer day.

The Waves of Uncertainty There is truth in my waves of uncertainty,
their message hidden in the foam of my eyes.

Don't look
         to the glass
                 within my heart,
it shatters
         much too easily
                 from words of the wise.

Today is a lovely day,   for a swim in the oil.
The clouds roll on in,    and the rising of the sand.

Black scales le When I was Young! Sunny days when I was young
Life as such was yet unsung
Days were endless, summer fun
Played out under a glorious sun.

With jar and nets we silently crept
To where the butterfly softly slept
Beloved Ladybird, what a find
So many hours, such precious time.

Hills would call, so on our bikes
Never crossed our minds to hike
Dandelion and Burdock, special drink
Gulped it down, quick as a wink.

Oh! for those far off summer days
When school was out, we happily played
Governed by memories the distant past
Calls to me, it was such a blast.

2012 Delice1941 The sun my love Caked in sweat,
Drained of power.
Those sunny days,
That flower over.

My skin be burned,
Mouth be dry,
Still I have to watch you waver on by.

Because this silly human,
So thin and burned,
Watching with eyes squinted,

Hidden behind these thick rimmed sun-glasses.

Is in love with the sun.

Because the moon doesn't provide,
A signal ounce of joy.

Instead it starts the killing,
Where murders, rapists, and bad people walk.

The sun is when,
The hot chicks tan.
And those who never smile,
Smile a lot.

The sun is a gift,
Sent from the sky,
To make humanity, fly high.

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Prose
Summer Day Summer Day

Fucking Hell it's hot. The glare off of the windows blinds me. My head spins and my legs shake. Where is she with my water? I've gone far too long without it. I need to sit down. I need to close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Think about the money. How much is this pure torture worth? Fifty-Six dollars, then subtract tax. Shit. That about pays for a tank of gas and a lunch. I'm doing this for a tank of gas and a lunch.

Kids laugh and scream and flash lights in my eyes and act like they own the place. "Do you like working here? Is it fun?" I get this question every damn day.

I smile and shrug. "It's a job, but it's alright Sunny Days - Prompt I look and think back, 'Man, that day was good. The breeze was just a bit strong but nothing too bad.'

It was the last sunny day I could remember. Yes, there were other ones but I liked this one the best. It had only been another Thursday, which meant I had a club meeting and rehearsal that day. Though I thought I had a club meeting but when I showed up, there had been only four people and one I wasn't even very fond of anymore. 'No point in staying here,' I thought to myself. This was the clear sign that after International Days/Nights at school, no ethnic clubs met up besides one of two. This club was definitely not one of them. Nor do I c

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This week's (May 18th to 25th) writing prompt is:

“Lost and Found”

Some things may disappear, but some are found again.


You can feel free to write about a fiction scenario, mythological characters, etc as long as your submission is original.

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