Writing Prompt: “The horizon breaks to pieces and the mainline is the twilight”
The submissions for my writing prompt challenge were really innovative and interpreted the prompt in very different and very cool ways. My guest judges and I plan on announcing a winner within the next ten days but in the meantime, please enjoy these interpretations. I have included the links to their blogs below so you can enjoy more of their fabulous writing.
Softly he came to me
Like gentle rain on a spring morning
And stayed and left his watermark upon my arid heart
Tenderly he listened to me
Like a flower budding in silent glory
And knew when I needed to be held a little longer gently
Lovingly he caressed my tired soul
Like the gentle strength of a winter waterfall
Unending torrent of tender cascading love and desire flowed
He told me he looked for me in the forest of his dreams
Shaded by autumn leaves and smoke rising from forgotten trees
Never tiring in his search for he knew I would be there waiting patiently
He came from behind a cloud of willows standing tall and valiant
Picking pieces of me off the forest floor left carelessly by those before
And found the spaces it fit right hugging all my broken parts together so tight
Knowing he is here
it’s a joy
I cannot measure
so I exchange sorrow
for laughter
Knowing he will stay
a little while longer
this helps me heal,
be stronger
He is my orange anise
My midnight star
after the twilight’s run
casting me a lifeline
breaking through
my horizon’s sun
Singledust is the writing home of Gina G.
that was a beautiful photo interpretation Christine.
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Glad to hear I did it justice. I tried to be thoughtful,
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it did very well actually. I like the dark brooding looks 😊
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Excellent. He also looked kind of gentle, which I thought fit the mood well
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Singledust, another beautiful poem in a growing body of strong love poetry. Very nice.
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This was such a warm and gentle piece. Very romantic and emotional how She patiently waited knowing He would find her. Such a tender love poem. Liked the lines – “Picking pieces of me off the forest floor left carelessly by those before
And found the spaces it fit right hugging all my broken parts together so tight”. I know that we aren’t puzzle pieces but sometimes it can feel that way and isn’t it so wonderful when there is someone who loves us who can hug all our broker pieces together – tight”!!! Bellissimo, Gina
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