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a candy-sprinkled star parfait with a whiff of bliss in a love-dotted sachet.</p><p id="b528">Inspired by <a href="undefined">Sahil Patel</a>’s <a href="https://medium.com/lifeline-poetry">Lifeline</a> prompt:</p><div id="0ab9" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/septembers-second-week-prompt-of-lifeline-79342386d495"> <div> <div> <h2>September’s Second Week Prompt Of Lifeline</h2> <div><h3>Embracing the Majesty of Starry Nights</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*7j41_vUXFkogzygx)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="d466"><a href="undefined">Garima Sharma</a> . . . for our reading pleasure:</p><div id="dae2" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/my-kind-of-people-a-poem-398eb2d4629f"> <div> <div> <h2>My Kind of People — A Poem</h2> <div><h3>My favourite love language effort.</h3></div> <div><p>medi

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STAR-SPACKLED SIMPLICITY

The Starkness of Star Sorcery

pinpricks pierce a dignified dome . . .

Image by Pexels from Pixabay

When our singular star discharges a new dawn busybodies leave their tousled beds and yawn noisy frenzy of trains and planes to jump on take a seat and see the human folly spawn.

Unable to surmount any moment that’s still ceaselessly seeking some fast swanky thrill optimistic tranquility yearns to distill discordant habits to be not so shrill.

Twilight tries to tame the feverish game a stream of supernova carts away blame Grandmother Moon can be a calming dame spry Star Sorcerer touts her claim to fame.

Something about a dome being perforated like each bright pinprick were playfully fated swooshing inner sweetness is now activated enemies and haters will grow addlepated.

I’m old and I barely make it through the day always daydreaming about how stars array whip me up a candy-sprinkled star parfait with a whiff of bliss in a love-dotted sachet.

Inspired by Sahil Patel’s Lifeline prompt:

Garima Sharma . . . for our reading pleasure:

Jacqueline Dooley . . . we all disappear from life a time or two:

Image by Anja2 stop the war from Pixabay . . . caption by Margie Willis
Poetry
Monorhyme
Stars
Serenity
Simplicity
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