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Today’s prompt: into fall’s hands
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We were young and we were wild,
Didn’t really care for slow or mild,
Dove into love without a second thought,
Fairy tale romance was what we sought,
Our first kiss was pure bliss, like magic
Slow and deep, then passionate and frantic,
Better than Romeo and Juliet, we’d say,
To make promises, we didn’t delay,
We were like rainbows and springtime roses,
We ran unbound like wild horses.
Until we fell into fall’s hands,
We no longer lived in a fairyland,
Just like how pretty greens turn orange,
Our chemistry took a drastic change.
You were the one who fell first,
You started catching the adulting rust,
Stability, responsibility and what nonsense,
I thought you had gone insane,
But I fell into fall’s hands too,
And we went back to the perfect two.
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Good job with all the rhymes! TY for the story
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Thank you so much!! This was really fun to write. I loved the prompt. 😍
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Love the rhyming and subject of this poem.
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Thank you so much, dear! 💕💕
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Love this!! I adore your unique thought process behind the prompt. Nice work
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Happy Tuesday everyone,
Here is my response to the Tuesday Prompt
https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2020/09/01/into-the-falls-hands/
Thanks, Beth and Devereaux for inspiring us writers every Tuesday.
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Here’s my response to this wonderful prompt:
squander red rock
alone the lady
and darkness
to the tides
dislocate Apollo,
to pares of bones
wed to grief;
I shatter like
the blue moon
into fall’s hands
in the fingertips
of flowers that were not mine
& ghost planets
and shivers
reserved to the
death of the apple,
and baby’s dream.
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This is brilliant!
“I shatter like the blue moon
into fall’s hands.”
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Aww, thank you. ❤
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Thank you for the prompt. Here’s my take:
https://aikalandros.com/2020/09/01/seasons/
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Excellent prompt! Here’s my submission – Autumn https://thegoldpenblog.wordpress.com/2020/09/01/autumn/
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https://padresramblings.wordpress.com/2020/09/01/falls-hands/
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Here you go – https://amanpan.blog/2020/09/01/transition/
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So good my friend
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Nicely themed prompt! Here’s mine: https://patbunnyblog.wordpress.com/2020/09/01/into-falls-hands/
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Here’s my contribution..
Sycamore
It’s leaves are spread like fingers,
five fingers like a human hand
tinged green and gold and red
by the fall.
It’s hands are open
to the elements
ready to fall now,
ready to fall into fall’s hands,
ready to crinkle and wrinkle
on the ground
where they fell,
where the fall placed them
to wait for winter
when their decay
will feed the earth.
Lynn White
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Lovely
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Here’s mine:
https://purplepeninportland.com/2020/09/02/into-falls-hands/
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Hey! Here’s my entry
https://cozyquietcorner.wordpress.com/2020/09/05/fall
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The smells, crisper
The air, cooler
The leaves, aging with grace
My feet sink as I walk
Suctioning into what was dry dirt
I breathe through the chill
Labor my feet through the mud
Cough when the cold hits my lungs
Fall takes me in its hands
I respond with a hug
Umbrellas of rust provide shelter from the rain
The sky is a blanket of ashen grey
I do not miss the sun
The clouds comfort me enough
And the rustle of leaves offer a song only fall can bestow
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Such wonderful imagery!! TY
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Thank you!
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