She did not hear them call her name
as she stared at the crescent moon
at twilight
The words that went away, came
storming her mind
and she let her the ink flow
writing the stories that threatened
to overthrow sleep
tonight.
poetry copyright neha 2020/ image borrowed from sue vincent
In response to Sue’s beautiful #Writephoto Prompt
August 23, 2020 at 9:58 am
Stunning. Beautiful. Lovely like the crescent overhead.
August 23, 2020 at 10:04 am
Aww thank you so much!
August 25, 2020 at 10:11 am
My absolute pleasure friend. Have a good day
August 23, 2020 at 11:03 am
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
August 29, 2020 at 10:50 am
Thank you John!
August 29, 2020 at 5:14 pm
You are very welcome.
August 26, 2020 at 1:15 pm
Beautiful work here…
August 29, 2020 at 10:10 am
Thank you so much!
August 26, 2020 at 1:18 pm
Beautiful, Neha… and that is how it works sometimes.
August 29, 2020 at 10:10 am
Thank you as always my kind friend!
August 29, 2020 at 11:31 am
🙂
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August 29, 2020 at 10:46 am
Amazing!
August 29, 2020 at 10:47 am
Thank you so much!