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Panopticulated - writing when prompted to do so.: A Greater Depth
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Out of my Ocean. My Name is ZING. Sunday, 15 January 2012. Kneeling, praying, feeling. The rich black earth. Still, quiet, aware,. With people and cars. It flows like a film reel,. Bringing to life the. While I, vain and proud. Eschew the crisp notes,. Sure in my resolution. That beneath the surface. There's a greater depth. That is full of meaning. And it is only dormant. To those, with no desire. To walk through walls. Written for The Sunday Whirl. Using all of the words. 15 January 2012 at 19:51.
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Panopticulated - writing when prompted to do so.: Maybe it will take an Angel
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Out of my Ocean. My Name is ZING. Sunday, 25 December 2011. Maybe it will take an Angel. My love doesn't need a manger. To hold the new born sun. My heart has known glad tidings. And that joy and peace will come. For we can not all be shepherds,. And our voice may not be heard. In among the haste and flurry,. Of this very modern world. No matter how long we've pondered,. This strange life and its bold decree. I know that most are still afraid,. To be all that we could be. So maybe it will take an angel,.
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Panopticulated - writing when prompted to do so.: Undeserved
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Out of my Ocean. My Name is ZING. Thursday, 12 January 2012. Your trust in me. Written for Three Word Wednesday. Using the prompt words - trust, brutal and sullen. Painting by Susannah Bec. This made me cry Sue xxx. 12 January 2012 at 11:14. Thanks Deb. x. 12 January 2012 at 11:39. Sue, just a lovely piece. Wow. 12 January 2012 at 16:38. Its a lovely tribute to your father.Im sure he knows how much you love him. 12 January 2012 at 17:06. 13 January 2012 at 00:30. 13 January 2012 at 00:33. To me, the grea...
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Poetry with me ...: "The Moon Through Branches" Collab #4 Breakers At Midnight
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Poetry with me . Life is the dancer and you are the dance.". 8212; Eckhart Tolle. Friday, June 3, 2011. The Moon Through Branches" Collab #4 Breakers At Midnight. He cries to a pale cerulean moon; brightness is. Keeping an eye forever frightful. On the trees we’re aware that. Branches sway to something likely. A subtle rhythm may exist out there. Take a look over at http:/ claudetteellinger.wordpress.com/. You might want to join in on the fun! June 3, 2011 at 1:37 PM. June 3, 2011 at 1:49 PM. Third, nice...
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Panopticulated - writing when prompted to do so.: Haunted by her leaving. . .
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Out of my Ocean. My Name is ZING. Sunday, 5 February 2012. Haunted by her leaving. . . I see her petulant mouth,. Pink, pursed, and pouting,. As she lifts the heavy latch. I wince in sharp anticipation. Of the metallic clang as it falls. . . A klaxon announcing her departure. Her flashing eyes full of fire,. A last steely dart of rebellion. Before she storms outside. . . Into the vermillion twilight,. Her staccato heels echoing. Down the bloodshot sidewalk. Such a harsh,. To accompany her exile. It stunn...
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Panopticulated - writing when prompted to do so.: August 2011
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Out of my Ocean. My Name is ZING. Sunday, 28 August 2011. As I Lay Me Down To Sleep. . . I slip out of my skin. Easy, like a cool breeze. Sweeps across an arid land,. Kicking up dust. I spiral upward. My vessel empty, matter discarded,. As my soul runs, fervant and illuminated,. For the truth swallowed whole leaves a coating,. A residue of goodness that glows in the dark. I hear the roar as I slip back into my self,. Feeling weight turn heavy in my trunk,. Ears buzzing, earth bound again. Spills from the...
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Panopticulated - writing when prompted to do so.: November 2011
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Out of my Ocean. My Name is ZING. Sunday, 27 November 2011. I am the fulcrum around which my life rotates,. I hear the rush and shudder as the cogs turn. Ruddy and metallic, this movement is vital. Freed limbs rotate. Idle thoughts rustle. It is not easy to be mellow and mindful,. In this untidy world of man and machine. I may sound smug, but I am no longer gullible. I will continue to ignore the subliminal messages,. Pasted onto the detritus and divinity of my life. Into bite size pieces that I can eat.
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Panopticulated - writing when prompted to do so.: August 2013
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Out of my Ocean. My Name is ZING. Sunday, 11 August 2013. Oh, that stark light you sent to illuminate my pounding heart. Your striking colour - a stain on the grey concrete of me. This fire you ignite. incentive to race, to scatter seed, to love. I strain at these self imposed chains that hitch me to myself. I wallow in my indecision, as you circle .and wait. Written for Wordle 121 at The Sunday Whirl. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Follow by Email. . . Because . . . Welcome to my blog . . . Writing is a to...
