Graveyard of Flowers
A Longing in Verses — Writing Challenge Day 3
How could you question me about something I willingly gave you?
It’s not a question of trust when I couldn’t turn my back against all we’ve been,
How could you make unloving so easy?
A love I deserve — a mad joke! How foolish to believe a man
who can’t even choose someone who puts him above all else
Common as a rock, what a sight
An oath to stay, a tempting invite!
Where can a man go to gain strength — enough to proclaim a thing he knew he opted not to do?
And make — what made me believe?
My scars are not exclusive to art
Things that are left when things so deep leave me
How dare I use it to paint?
Rainbows demand no applause
There is more to love than contrasts;
good and bad; right and wrong,
knowing and choosing — always, over and over
for the same person
Truth is, there is no movement in moving on
we could love again but we know it will all be different
to bear the loss and hope — hope that our souls
can find the place where flowers bloom in graves
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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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Well-wrought! The flower loves the sun, but never the twain shall meet beyond the distant union of light and life. A parable.