I made it through the wilderness. Yes, I made it through. 🎶 Okay, it’s only Tuesday, but it feels like a victory to be sharing this petite pen with all of you. If you feel inspired by the image, the music, the vibe, join me in penning 30 words or less on the heart of the matter. If you post to your blog, please ping it back here and tag it #petitepen so we can all enjoy your brave brevity.
The heart of any virus tastes of pomegranate promise. Seeds sown in hatred, lethal water droplets, flicked with an archer's aim, hit or miss, love’s poison kiss. © 2023 | K. Hartless
Wow that stung so good K. LOVED IT! ❣️
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Thank you, Cindy. I like the sting of a brevity. 💜
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You’re good at both! 🥰
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spore yet less and more
grew to seed
the germ of an idea
spring
thaw melt and leap
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If lucky,
wither, die,
repeat. 😉
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ground up
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I ADORE the term “pomegranate promise”—so good!
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