When tomorrow becomes today And "of course" becomes "some day" And yellow and orange dawns Become gray forgotten bygones And empathetic souls resign As worry bogs the mind And future stock declines As hope remains confined #vss365 #2WordPrompt #inkMine #poem

#Poetry #Painting #EverdayMagic Nature is not stingy with her miracles We simply forget to look - Sara Sarna 🎨 Lucy Grossmith

Like a stubborn bloom Living in cracks of concrete You cannot kill hope. #poetry #Haiku Photo by Stockcake

One's fall, another's Opportunity, window Closes, doors open. #2WordPrompt #Fall/Opportunity #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity

Write. Create. Be inspired. The #2WordPrompt for 01-SEP-26 is: Yellow & Stock #Prompt

Across the street, the yellow tape fluttered in the wind and the people gathered behind it. She thought of how easily people trade in tragedy, how quickly they buy stock in someone else’s grief. #2WordPrompt

A blue scrap of paper swept up with the #broom got #rid of the mess now a #charming clean room though the #soup needs some #sugar to make it taste great the guests have arrived I #open the #gate #FromOneLine #vss365 #2wordprompt #inkmine #WIPSnips #BSPP56

The Bearded Iris, its falls a canvas of rich purple veined with delicate white, draws our attention to the intricate reproductive structures within. We see the beard and the style arm, #whose delicate #task it is to receive the precious pollen. #2wordPrompt #Photography #Flowers #Gardening #Garden

- self-worth – an azure cenote hidden beneath our skin, calm and clear, waiting to be discovered. for those who can’t swim, we require others to teach our souls buoyancy, an empathetic breeze to beckon us long after we have forgotten what it means to be needed. - #poetry #vss365

‘What’s your best quality?’ ‘I’d say it’s a toss up between my ability to be an #empathetic listener & my odd sense of humor.’ ‘Ok. What’s the worst thing I should know about you?’ ‘Probably my police record.’ ‘You have a police record?’ ‘Yeah, I like their music.’ #vss365

Empathy we're wired to feel, in our very guts another's pain so much so we can lose ourselves in the agony of it so it might not be true to say: you can't know because we do #vss365

After the waxing was done, a faint sheen caught the morning light, a soft glow rising from the floor like something breathed back to life. Her work had been empathetic, steady, almost ceremonial. it was her way of insisting that the world could still be made gentle in small, human ways. #vss365

I would rather be this: raw but aching, wounded but empathetic. I refuse to be cold and calm. #vss365 #poetry

#vss365 I'll never forget it how we called on family & friends & they wouldn't show up till the end they can never make amends so fuck bein' #empathetic I'll just be like you livin' a life that's pretend it's what karma taught me to do youtu.be/ZM6cSNr7LUI?...

The Way of the Fallen Is Hard

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The angels looked down at Earth in dismay at the wars, violence and hate. They shed tears that were soaked up by the clouds. After a huge storm, people on Earth changed and became more #empathetic. It was exactly what Earth needed. #vss365 #writing #stories

i've been aware of our thinnest membranes between realms and views and other sides of things since i remember grade school antsy teacher put my desk outside the classroom where i'd ride imagination a broom and hearth tend writing stories about witches talking to trees in their woods #vss365

Here we are Swinging from a moonbeam 🌙 #nature #photography

flotsam on the ripplin' brook red leaves the air is filled with water's song #DailyHaikuPrompt #redleaves #WriteMap #song #TankaThursday #water #Tanka #micropoetry #micropoem

This week, I'm gonna “reread” his graphic novel The Arrival. A wordless graphic novel full of lovely creatures and fascinating oddities.

I feel eyes on me and pause, looking up to catch my reflection already gazing back at me in the mirror. It’s her again. The stranger. Familiar, yet…not. 1/5 (words & art by me) #writing #art

the sunflowers wilt in metal horse troughs i tilt the watering can high in the eaves wasps have built a nest #TankaThursday #poem #vss365 #fivelines #TankaPoem #micropoetry #tanka

Smoke billowed for miles and we watched gobsmacked as childhood memories disappeared in an afternoon the boardwalk is a magical place as are the sea and the sand but the #wax museum was a place for freaks like us to gather witnessing the obscure and grotesque just what we teens wanted to see #vss365

squished flat with an iron marking authority for all none dare break it at all a small #wax piece stamped respect higher than a lord holds secrets so long as you respect the gesture accept the contract want to share rules #vss365

Julie stares at her own reflection with an #empathetic mildness she has long denied herself. She removes the pins along the lace front. With one movement, she lifts the synthetic hair away from her scalp, exposing her natural hair. She won't wear the wig today. #vss365

Her soul is a steel bucket She holds it steady as the masses fill it with their woes Her #empathetic nature is magnetic Strangers are drawn to her to unburden themselves of their pain The bucket becomes too heavy Sadness overflows She cannot hold it any longer Tears spill An angel weeps #vss365

She curled into a ball, hiding from the day. “You can’t stay in bed.” “Can.” “You’ll be late for your job.” “So?” “Can’t afford rent on my own.” She groaned as she rose. “No #empathy for my morose state.” “A paycheck means we’ll stay friends.” #vss365

#vss365 We exist In a world Where catching each other's eyes Is awkward Wrong Inviting trouble Plain mistake But here I am Always willing To share An #empathetic nod A sheepish smile A friendly wave With the world...

Now docked at the station, with shore leave granted, in small groups, the crew could let off a little steam, probably get into brawls, drink to excess and then require a #broom to sweep them back onto the Charon. Dylan couldn’t stop it from happening, but he gave orders for due prudence. #vss365

there are ravens in her hair again and her pockets brim with stones she’s got starlight in her attic and there’s m o s s upon her bones

If I had a magic #broom I could avoid the morning hassle of getting in and out of public transports I would look cinematic and moody flying high in the sky I would welcome the witch tag #vss365 #bionicanadian