Everything is different now. Silence no longer offers an embrace of solitude. Gone is the sense of calm, leaving only fear and disquiet. The Guardian of the Mists breathe sadness. #NatureVerse #prompt 201 📸 Michael Kenna

#PrayerMap 035 if my pen can ease even a fraction of your weight, let words drip warm enough to coax a smile. let every stroke leave a quiet pressure on the page that settles, mends— one word, then another until the ink itself becomes a small, steady light that shows the #way

. Despite #𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭-ing at the universe’s radiant essence emerging from darkness along 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴, we #𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 grasp its deeper message. #vss365 #OurPoetryX #Amatory #bionicanadian @bionicanadian @FoxProse

#inkMine #wild recalcitrant wind wild through the lush foliage swaying to and fro

#HaikuSaturday #haiku sugar maple flares— autumn’s brief brilliance held against the sky #VersionsHaikuSaturday

#AcrosticChallenge #Acrostic Feather Feel the gentle nuance of each line, never the same twice as it transforms into an exquisite touch that softly hovers in a whisper, yet heals— every yesterday softens into a past reborn. #WriteMap 588 #same

. her eyes are stained glass igniting the frozen fire of my inner blaze #bionicanadian #haiku she’s woven through a lily’s flame we burn with the same desire #WriteMap 588 #same #loveletters

Through #vintage_glasses we #explore life’s quiet #age— autumn paths unfold reflection holds the spirit guiding home through mist and leaves #vss365 #WriteMap 587 #bionicanadian

Steer clear of old paths memories fade, #age arrives— choices kept us whole yet we still wonder if we #explore-d enough or too far #FoxProse #MicroPsych0 #WeirdMicro #GrimScribe #WriteMap 587 #vss365

#fromoneline I do not know why yet she returns—an image sustained in soft light— Autumn’s first pale gold, mist drifts on the silent lake, her tender stare lingers. #vss365 #sustain #bionicanadian @bionicanadian @FoxProse

. Fog and old faces— unmasked beneath the crescent, was any truly hers? #MicroPsych0 #UnchainedSymphonies #WriteMap 585 #bionicanadian @bionicanadian @FoxProse

. parenthood did not start with the first cry it commenced the moment proof of life first bloomed at least, to my mind #vss365 #commence

. Scarlet moon through mist serenades the goddess— moonlit eyes haunt dreams, framed, calling to be free. #bionicanadian @bionicanadian @FoxProse

. she hides— where the willow hangs low and sunbeams kiss a hidden stream #WeirdMicro #WriteMap 584 #bionicanadian @bionicanadian @FoxProse

. Autumnal hues sweep the pavements— some in yellow gold, some in muted russet. Melancholy whispers woven through fall's halcyon sighs, a soft drift of falling as boughs yield to emptiness. A gentle decline— the palette shifts. #vss365 #autumnal

. to you, whose eyes rest upon these lines may these words gleam bright and the hush of the unwritten whisper of #sanguine hope that lingers long after the page #vss365

. She is the missing soul… the muse who finally arrived. #Moonmystic #breatheprompt #Amatory #bionicanadian @bionicanadian @FoxProse

For #smallpoemsunday at the gates souls stripped of vessel some kneel trembling the lost the unrepentant— but for how long? @TomSnarsky

. we are new, yet not— a star seed, an old soul, the #esoteric teachings of the universe woven through our blood in another time we slipped the body’s cage, drifted through the dark until the call came and we woke again, reborn. #vss365