clouds chase and shift after each other, streaks of mauve and porcelain, breezing along the icy blue sky. peaks rose before them, like a sandcastles yet to be molded by a child who had long left to play the tides. awkward and stoic in their placement, the dented curves and cornered edges a silent tribute to the test of time.
and, if i stepped closer perhaps i’d witness the haggard summit and the infinite memories sliced away by storms.
This is inspired by Treblemaker's post "Boop. A Tiny Writes Conversation". Also, I'm sorry for changing a little bit of the wording from the original text on Tiny Writes. I had to make it more "poetic".
A little "poem" of rhyming created on Tiny Writes as a "Goodbye!" to 2020:
It's almost the end of this horrific year! I think this calls for lots of cheer! Hurray! A new beginning is almost near, let's jump into it without any fear!
Lot's of laughter – can't you hear? And many smiles, not one tear! Let all the misfortune disappear, give a toast and raise your glass of beer!
Written by Roses, Treblemaker, Moonsand, Crescent_Moon, dogpoet and Mysticat.
I admit, I’m not a political person. I never watch CNN or Fox News, and I’m not ashamed to say, I didn’t know the difference between Democrat and Republican until fourth grade.
But I know right from wrong, good from bad, compassion from cruelty, peace from chaos, unity from division. My parents taught me those. I thought all parents taught their children those.
Then why, when I go on the media, do I only see ugly words distorted from anger. Manipulation spinning threads around and around. Chaos, not creative chaos, destructive chaos, meant to mince you down, shred you until there’s nothing left for the vultures. Ire and rage, hate and disdain, mockery and ridicule.
“Trump got Covid!” a comment snarls, “I hope he goes to hell!” “Biden’s stupid!” another comment growls, “Go back to whatever basement you crawled out of!”