Night falls, dreams rise ~ Part II

Night falls (Part I) Dreams rise (Part II) In dresses stitched with stardust sequins, Venus and I twirled through the heavens while the winking moon hypnotized us with his sensual tunes. A suspended asteroid, formed from dense iron and glimmers of gold, became our pool when we discovered its most precious compound: water. Our bodies …

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Night falls, dreams rise

I sang a song with Venus. I offered a wish to the waxing moon. I pondered the vast darkness. I am diving into the deepness where my guide awaits – the weaver of dreams, the spinner of fates. ✨ Make a wish! ~ Michele my image, Venus and the waxing crescent, southwestern skies (5/22) 🌙 …

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Thirsty

beyond the desert thirsty longings quenched by a waterfall of stars 🌠🌠🌠 Written for Fake Flamenco's May poetry challenge: write a haiku using the phrase "waterfall of stars" my image, Lost Dutchman State Park, Sonoran Desert © 2023 MyInspiredLife

the Fine Print

A dreamer with a camera had to snap a picture. A poetic writer can't leave the quote at that... Working on dreams will cause you to lose your mind. the fine print Dreaming about dreams is hopeful and sustaining, but getting them done does require getting lost...             from self-doubt             from excuses             from (temporary) sanity             from …

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Dreams are Coming for Her (flash fiction)

Two nights in a row, a quick-paced scratching followed by a high-pitched scream was folded into her dreams. Morphing its purpose into fantastical scenes. Scratch, scream. Scratch, scream. Barely detectable or ear piercing – each time the same pattern: scratch, scream, scratch, scream. What does it mean? On the third night the dream escaped her …

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He sketched Her (flash fiction)

His sketchbook held thirty-six sketches of the moon, full, and thirty-three sketches of her, a woman unknown. This night would make it sketch thirty-seven since he began drawing curves, just of the moon at first, then of her. His hand sketched her as fast as his mind created her. She arrived during a night when …

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Sun fractures darkness

the further I drove, the closer I got to me distance restored my equilibrium and my regard for humanity traveling toward ten thousand stars only one needed to make a wish not on the brightest,             but on one that stood out                   make a wish, I did I held tight to that wish, I did everything …

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His Hands

His hands sparked a fire that changed the horizon feet that once stumbled in the darkness made swift and spirited by the glow cast from red hot sparks His hands built ovens that pumped air and purified ore a lone artist on the edge of civilization he transformed blazing metal into purposeful and beautiful His …

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Make it a double

Color fragments swirling through the atmosphere find a way in to my dreams. Four white walls transformed to pink tones. Like warm stones on my eyelids, the rose-colored air heats my skin. Still dreaming I feel the shift. Still dreaming I don’t lift. Still dreaming stones removed and replaced with your kiss. Layered in blush …

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Let your Spirit take Flight! (dance)

Grounded, I know how to be. Feet planted for         writing,            teaching,               listening,                  gardening,                     meditating,                        photographing,                           cooking and serving,                              bed-side tending,                                 and for clothes and hearts that need mending. A responsible grown-up – you can count on me most of the time I am a focused woman moving through tasks but sometimes I must toss aside …

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