A place called home, find the place that you've been wanting for so long; don't look far, distance isn't what it appears; marbles magnified in a jar, not far; look, but don't seek, be mindful and peek, a world spinning within higher than a mountain's peak; eyes wide not shut, for seeing is necessary for landing on a soft spot.
Spot the difference? Not to worry, for fate is divine and contemporary. What is present at the moment, feet strong a sturdy, jump high where you stand, where is it that you'll land? The home you've been dreaming, mind lost in the sand.
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James Green
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NOBLE SQUIRE
"Stick to the left, and then turn to the right." A noble squire suggested to the fellow who inquired. "For when you arrive a feast the likes you have never seen will be yours to devour." The squire bellowed while the listener admired. "But, you can't eat it all so share with others one and all; for greed should never be in need, but happens, so be aware on your journey that you don't fall to the lowest of dire seeds." The listener now smiled. The squire waved the listener goodbye on his travels, walking away with arms to and fro as his adventure unravels.
By James Green4 years ago in Poets
the magic of kindness
Homelessness is hard But one act of kindness can Thaw even concrete —————— The older I get, the more I become very well aware of the privilege that I grew up with. There is no greater privilege than to have a roof over your head and food on the table every night when you come home from school or work. It might seem as though it’s a given or something everyone has when you’re young and naive, sheltered from some of the more harsh realities. But the older I’ve become, the more I realize just how singularly lucky I am. I might not have the means to eradicate homelessness, but I certainly recognize how lucky I am to occasionally have “extra,” and I will do as much as I can for as long as I can to give to those who may be in need, as encouraged by my kind and ever generous parents.
By Mikayla Rose6 days ago in Poets
The Ritual of Winter Challenge Winners
Welcome to the Winners Announcement for The Ritual of Winter challenge. This prompt focused on winter rituals and the meaning that settles into them over time. The top pieces stay grounded in ordinary acts and repeated routines, letting winter shape the work through pace, attention, and restraint.
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