TuscanyB

A poem inspired by "Tuscany' - a great unintentional writing prompt on twitter:

we, all of us, are
empty boxes
of bent and bruised
cardboard made
held together by
hope and
tattered tape
waiting to be
filled or folded
finally

MadVerse Prompt: I went looking for myself/there's more to me

do not look to find

but look to lose

that's the path

to choose

I wandered far to find myself off the beaten track

I went looking for myself but there I lost myself

in mountain lake reflection there id and ego drowned

and in their death I could see finally that

there's more to me

do not look to find

but look to lose

that's the path

to choose

MadVerse Prompt: late night confessions/dark promises

in the gloaming
time flows like molasses
we whisper dark promises of forever
and exchange kisses like late night confessions
full of import but forgotten by morning
in the waning of starlight swirling
at the bottom of the bottle
where we met

Written River Prompt 1362: the moon understands

she watches and loves and reflects his light
so he never notices she is surrounded by the night

all he knows is that she glows
and he himself shines so bright

it can be lonely falling in love with firebrands
she knows he doesn't get it, but the moon understands