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Poem: Tankas – ” Beyond Fondness” #wordhighjuly #poetry #tankas #amwriting



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Humaling, fondness.

Of extreme quality, 

Fond for certain friends.

Caring, great deal for family.

Beloved Aunt; Grandma, niece.

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Searching deeper seems, 

Such fondness as humaling.

Means fondness further.

Not merely affection heartfelt, 

Special love given, which is free.

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Not feelings, fondness —

For your relations or friends.

Humaling, loving, 

Your other half, their presence.

Emotions driving deep love.

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True love; which locks two.

A mysterious connection felt,

Never the same with —

Anyone ever existing.

Causing heart beats so in sink.

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Time may alter love.

Authentic love, means no limits.

Makes you speechless, soft.

Sore secrets in open air.

Your lover, a bearer of your strife.

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You know their secrets.

Share in joys and sorrow too.

Extreme fondness hurts.

It’s beneath the surface shown, 

Hurts and trials woven with love.

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Release one thread; help —

Your kindred spirit, beloved.

Sleep not in anger.

Satisfied; in love ’til death.

Not only fondness; in love.

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Your piece of puzzle, 

Missing until a fated, 

Day; you find them lost.

Together complete a circle, 

Forever, love beyond bliss.

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Fiction, Flash Fiction, My Thoughts, Relationship, Short Stories And Serial Stories, Writing

Moral Mondays: A Broken Ballerina


Thanks to Nortina from Lovely Curses who hosts Moral Mondays. The moral prompt this week is: Love Conquers All.

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Ballarina
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” Oh Sally, it’s shattered! I told you to never touch the ballerina.” Violet held back tears as she reprimanded her daughter. She couldn’t believe Sally, who was thirteen, would break the porcelain ballerini.

Sally knew she shouldn’t have touched the ballerina. ” I only wanted to feel it because Great-Great-Grandma probably held it. You told me stories about her, but you never let me hold the ballerina.” Sally explained.

Violet understood, when you touched an object from a cherished dead relative, it connected you to them. “It’s alright. I love you always and forever, more than any  heirloom,” Violet told Sally hugging her.

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Daily Prompt, My Thoughts, Writing

Desert Island


Daily Prompt:

We’ve all been asked what five objects we’d take with us to a desert island. Now it’s your best friend’s (or close relative’s) turn to be stranded: what five objects would you send him/her off with?

If my relative was stranded on a desert island I would give them these 5 objects: a machete, a water canteen, some blankets, a way to purify their water so like little capsules that did that, and soap with sunscreen it it. I’m going to assume for this situation sake, that none of the items I gave my relative ever run out, especially the tablets that purify the water, and the soap with sunscreen in it. A machete would be for chopping through jungle growth, cutting down leaves and branches to make a shelter, cutting up wood for a fire, and for hunting small animals for dinner. The canteen would be for putting purified water in of course and the soap with sunscreen would protect you from the sun and keep you clean because I don’t know about you but I would hate to be so dirty all the time for a long time. Also, the blankets would keep you warm by the ocean at night. I’d like to also include a big box of matches that don’t run out but I’m over my 5 items.