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Six Word Story (33)

Maybe it’s not the scribbles of a pencil for you, but we all have ideas we discard. Do they scream at you from the wastepaper basket? Have your dreams died before you realised them? Did you fail mid way through? Did you cast them aside before you even tried? Try again. Every crumpled paper is…
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Stealing Visits/Global Poemic

It’s not over, but I am honored to have my piece ‘Stealing Visits’ stand alongside the works of other poets and writers as we seek to highlight our individual and collective battles.
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The Truth and Lies of Poetry

There is power in poetic verse. Words roll off the tongue like music, and lose us in the sway of emotions that flood each word. But what about the messages hidden within poetry?
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Free

No one saw me head to the ground, feet to the sky, pretending to fly. It would have made you cry hilarity.
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Ink Spots

bravery in pen work truth of staining spots tell the story of a heart stocked by fear but still uncaught
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Six Word Stories (22)

What is hope? An intangible thing that all humanity grasps for. Sometimes I imagine I can feel it’s edges like a feather soft thing, just out of reach. But is it really out of reach? Is hope something to be grasped? No. Hope is experienced, not held. Hope is found but not possessed. It lives…
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Joy

Found in simple spaceswhen lights have dimmed to easeweariness of day from shoulders prone. In the morning beamswhere radiance singsreserving stage for feathered accompaniment notes. Shimmers in the shadowslike the fuzziness of heat,but greats in bells that chime with chirping mirth. Often hid amidwide open spaceblending with a magic you can not trace. Given to…
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Six Word Stories (17)

They beckon. “Come explore, come and learn, come experience our adventure.”
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Tresses

Tips bright with borrowed light.Soaked every strand,took command. Roots show through in ashen hugewhisper of years demands,open hands. Wisps arrayas standing troops,gently falling into loops. Crowning character.Grounding finger,through tresses linger. Catching thoughtsin websof morning knots. Pulled and furled,twist or braid,spreading gray is unafraid. ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
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Are You Scared of Creativity?

All humans have the spark of creativity. Some of us revel in it, and some of us hold it at arms’ length. Some of us even try to squelch it in our fists as if it was a bug we could squash, or a flame we could douse. Have you ever done that?
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