look to the grey sky the absence of corners that’s where we are humbled - in that arc, there’s no resting place no flat-footed motel - insipid tiles to drop our tears on with our faces upturned we must listen now and acknowledge fundamentally the persecution of raindrops
Written for Miz Quickly QnV 10
Use at least three of the words below:
million. gray. motion.
find. corner. worth.
hand. motel. imagined.
flame. company. reading.
Wow. You’ve aced that one!
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you like it? Yay!
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A lot.
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Love this! Especially the first stanza. And what a great last line.
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Thanks, Bob. Those are my favourite bits too
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This is stunning! The limitlessness of the universe contrasted with our own existence.
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Thank you! ❤
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I think you’ve got the hang of this! 👏
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you’ve done wonders with the task: some startling images —
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thanks, John. Gotta work while the brain muscle is making offerings! It went on hols for a couple of weeks there. I felt as dry as a drought afflicted creek bed.
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Lol,
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Love this! The ending is startling.
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Thank you!
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