The world had been taken over by #wolves. At first people were afraid and tried to kill the wolves but then they realised that the wolf way of life was better. The wolves created strong bonds in their packs and stayed devoted to their families.
#vss365 #writing #stories
#Jaded glimmer
Outstanding eyes
Elegance and beauty
From time to time
#vss365
#Bravewrite
hunter's cry outside,
but wolves deep within the red
have already fed
#vss365 #prompt #wolves #haiku #writing #micropoetry
The raiders snapped at Dylan’s heels like #wolves, but their ships were no match for Magpie’s speed and manoeuvrability.
He reached the Antilles’ defence radius and the raiders broke off the attack, but they weren’t getting away that easily, as gun batteries came to bear upon them.
#vss365
upwelling hot spring
mist dissipates, lingering
blanket for the toes
#spring #mist #dailyhaikuprompt #senryu #haiku
Traveling with Sun Wu Kong is tedious. Everyone wants to pet the monkey, and you never know how they'll react to him talking.
They haven't noticed the "horse" beyond its beauty, or the jade tinge to its pelt. The guise of a #jade dragon, mount of a king.
#vss365
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Such a cool illustration!
He loves lots of cheese 😊👍🧀
Bob decides to eat healthy, so Nora serves him a bowl of spinach he already dislikes. He pokes at it trying to be polite until she adds lemon and his face drops. He pushes the plate away with a firm shake of his head. He wants lasagne, hungry like a pack of #wolves.
#vss365
Thanks Lawrence
Bob and Nora walk across the street holding hands. Nora looks at him and feels a rush in her chest. A #jade charm on her bracelet taps against her wrist. In that simple moment she understands how good life feels with him beside her, even though he's a bit smelly today.
#vss365
He was fascinated by her #jade green eyes. When she was happy, they were light and almost glowed.
But now, as she glared, her orbs turned pitch with just tiny flecks of the color he knew and loved.
They were the last thing he saw. #vss365
Thank you Eileen
Everyone was surprised by the ease with which the old king ceded power until the new king’s investiture. All those months of refusing to wear the cloak of office had not been a symbolic gesture, but an elaborate ruse. As soon as the new ruler put it on, it became obvious: it was poisoned. #vss365
Nora keeps the #jade brooch on her dresser. She touches it each morning before she leaves the house. The stone slows her for a moment. It reminds her of days she cannot return to. She does not expect comfort from it. She only wants to remember what mattered.
#vss365
tacos for dinner
hot sauce and laundry to space the time
capsicum and the molecular jaggeries
places the soul and body host glow together
lanterns in the wishlight of flowering trees
i can see this wear of what may be
how we find in a thought of each other
places poems will go flower and seed
ooh i am
sandalwood, tobacco dreamer
a small fire at the edge of a great woods kind of being
outside what breath can poem between guile wise
and staring out a window with alchemical means
and a sense of being disembodied while feeling a wholly
me as a part of something greater than eye imagine
she felt swept away
~drifting~
into the past
when yesterdays'
were brand new
& hope surfed
her wondrous waves of aspirations,
now all her tomorrows'
are left seeped in
whiskey drowned tears
as memories
achingly sink
& her once
vibrant dreams
plunge into
deepest undersea darkness.
#vss365 #undersea
Dawn breaks without the noise of songbirds, creatures old legends tell of, before the floods.
Children now sleep in high trees, as we scour for food below; hoping in the future, they’ll find a way to rid the invading monsters from #undersea —could there be, songbirds again.
#vss365
You're too kind
#vss365 #poetry
I wonder
What the aroma of you be…
Musky strong mythical Adonis
Sandlewood tobacco dreamer
Leather and grease oiled biker
This some kind of idol I see
What would the wafting breeze
Beneath sapphire skies
Above meadows #jade gem green
Bring to me, I wonder
A band of #jade rests against Nora's wrist, the bracelet her mother once wore. Its weight is heavy. She pictures her mother moving through her day with it just like this, catching the same light, feeling the same smooth curve, living her ordinary moments with it close.
#vss365
it's in-between..
dark of the fall..
moon of the rise.
i think there's something..
in that motionless place..
no one speaks to.
it's where you taste lightning & swallow thunder..
then you don't feel it anymore..
it's over.
and you carry on..
©️dww
no hashtags | worst time of day for post-purposely
#FromOneLine 413
I remember blueberries
precariously balanced
on my stomach
while November Rain
pursed wistful notes
from that old stereo
onto our beaded skin,
caring not that it was summer
and the only cold
was the first touch of blue
on your tongue.
#amlistening
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