The Writing 101 prompt for today was to mine your own material. So, as suggested, I took a peek in my unfinished drafts.
Alive in a small small world; sentimental wounded creatures.
Black tar of my soul poisoned; such venom it features.
The words I held back, these words were suffocation.
And I am letting them free; I need restoration.
You see all my pieces, jagged from all matter of places.
You’ll be safe love; you’re Herby ahead in the car races.
I flea, I fly, with you to wherever the road lies.
Regarding our destination Mr. Tumnus’ Narnia, unimpressed; its wise.
No expectations; surprise, a journey worth the wait.
The trek through Diagon Alley, helps me relate.
To the Aztec’s Tenochtitlan; walking miles for no reason.
Gleaning vivid sensations in the green summer season,
Can you see beyond ease, to the road less travelled in Ithica?
Crossing paths with strangers, on dusty trails and gravelled–
Side-walks between silver sunlite windowed buildings sprawled,
Winding staircases into the sky never reaching heaven’s snowfall.
Beyond there are treasures hidden in mountains beneath,
The tunnels, dwarves lived in once upon a time; further seek —
Lands beyond humanity; you and I, revelling in freedom,
Life returned to Middle Earth; muggles and pixies sailing around Neverland’s sun.
And down under Broadway and a futuristic Chicago,
Jazz bands play tunes, humming music with beats which glow.
A pounding precision of dystopian notes,
Singing in the sky, the stars ignite and your kind words devote.
Inspire a brilliant vision in our minds connected, which in us exists.
You see intelligent design behind all of nature’s gifts,
Maybe, some others ought to search beneath the Tuscan Sun and deeper?
Discover reasons why we’ve knowledge of a keeper?
A being and knowing above and below, and beyond belief.
It is because of what is and was; will always be.
Let us not conform, not walk-the-line; step over, we’re not confined.
I need to be able to fly fantastically, to grow.
Until I’m used up and facing the glow,
Your dear eyes light in the dark,
Knowing my soul and its wretched depths seen,
I’m just a woman; you’re my hearts reprieve, my dream.
Relaxed in your arms, rolling to our own sides,
Connected by breath; skin of our hands glide,
Your smile my weakness and my relief,
Happily Ever After in a burst of the budding leaf.
You and I,
Sleep and sigh.
Together know peace,
In our own Wonderland.
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