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Indian artist Bharti Kher Squaring the circle, 2007 Bindis on painted panel #WomensArt

#vss365 Thermodynamics or, I Don't Understand Physics, Love, &/Or Life FIRST LAW Sometimes I forget I didn't #start this. Other times, I remember they did. SECOND LAW Save me, Entropy, you're my only hope. THIRD LAW I know I can say when, whenever I like, but it doesn't mean I know how to stop.

#vss365 I #travel as far as I can only to find I am still in the palm of your hand

“In our #travels we have become familiar with some of your people’s tales. The fortress is named for the root of the giant tree that produces magical fungus!” “The centerpost of the world!” cried Wei’tu. “Protected by a coiling monster!” interjected Za’dut with relish. #vss365

#BraveWrite #vss365 #tanka #haiku #Poetry #commitment #photography depression drowning me in what we almost had yet bluer than blue my #commitment ran to the stars while yours set them on fire while we both ascribed the end #fueling in the eyes of one another 💙🕊️ youtu.be/Nu7aOan-lds?si…

Engines roar and rev Tension at the starting line Startled birds take flight #vss365 #start

"If time #travel were possible, why do we see no evidence of it?" She turns to face him, then looks around in confusion. "Julian? Hey! Julian! Where did you go?" #vss365

#vss365 I like to #travel on public transport. As long as no-one speaks to me, it's the perfect combination of being on your own while being with people. See also: line-dancing (I have never done this. I should) and Mass (I've never taken communion, but I've been to several funerals by accident).

I went and I travelled. In hoodie, And hat, I did all the things, You can do with no cat, Now I am home, After adventures in Britain, I can settle back down, And now get a kitten. #vssdaily hoodie #vss365 travel

The #start is the line where it all begins. Everyone lines up and waits for the gun... then they run. Nobody spoke. They kept their hands on their heads, just like he said. Sweat dampened their collars. Here's the line, and the door's the finish. Now, when I fire... I want you to run. #vss365

#vss365 #prompt #Start On your mark, get ready, get set . . . In preparing for a race or new endeavor, there is always the moment right before the start. A mixture of excitement and anxiety. What is it like for you when you start something new? Let's swap stories.

Waking up early Reading so many #travels Posts were bountiful

at the bus stop an awkwardness of umbrellas muttered apologies

Each no layered upon another: higher than garden walls then chimney pots. We sat under blankets with torch and atlas and glossy pages of faraway places. We planned to #travel, drew stick figures of us by pyramids, mountains and lakes…placed x when yes was still a place to go. #vss365

#vss365 #travel she was dream walking fearful of waking somewhere unplanned far away on the astral plane no way for her spirit to travel back to her body in that reality she was a pebble stuck deep in a tyre tread and the road went on and on....

Prompt 286 Hot dogs devoured Crowd in anticipation Purple stars explode #SenseWrds #Senryu

Travelling by bus Strangers always talk to me Seven-stop stories #vss365 #Travel #Senryu

She read the card again, as a ghost of litter blew around her sodden feet. Rattled the old door. Locked. The alleyway escaped each way into darkness, but she stood firm. 'Holiday of a lifetime. #Travel', the card promised. Far off, footsteps, coming slowly toward her as the night closed in. #vss365

#vss365 #prompt #travel Yesterday we played around with the various definitions of taper. Fabulous posts. Now we need to take off and travel. Inward, outward, metaphorically, and/or literally. You decide. Let's see where we'll go today.

Taper does essence narrow? diminish with time like broth set out, uncovered, Thanksgiving night? does the very soul grow weathered cracks like uncaulked pavement, jut the planes at unsteady angles? no? just me? fine *searches for vitamin A* #vss365

found my lost glasses in the mirror #senryusunday #senryu

Other half took this and quipped “Miss Marple finds leaves.” I prefer…”Autumn she wrote”.

Rain moves softly through the forest, washing yesterday's dust from every leaf. Even the trees seem grateful for a morning that asks nothing but breathing.

Stained glass artwork by English artist Tamsin Abbott. The #Fullmoon in October is known as #HuntersMoon #WomensArt

We used to haste home To watch the TV series No spolier alerts Now it's all box sets Everyone out of kilter Water cooler dry #2WordPrompt #Haste #Series

Sunday morning saunter after the storm. Beautiful! 🍂🐾💚 #trees #trails

Everything is alone. Stars. Stones. Strangers. Even you. And yet, here we are, alone together.

Changing tactics wasn’t some foolhardy, knee-jerk response to The Enemy, it was a necessary tactic. They had to change something, otherwise their resources, their ships, would #taper to nothing. Dylan had to make a convincing case, but talking wasn’t among his most highly regarded skills. #vss365

Variations on autumn aspen leaves.

if you were wondering what I can be for you I am not only for sunny days or when the sky is blue you do not have to wait for the rain to taper I have umbrellas and in a pinch a newspaper I am your battened hatches your sure and secure tether I stand strong and tall in all kinds of weather #vss365

Tall tree trunks taper Growing older and wiser Weathering life's storms #vss365 #Taper

A mile of river Heart lifts at the stream Rilling once more After the rain #vss365

Here we #taper. We are spread too thin; threadbare, like rugs of which too much was demanded. Words now sputter in outraged protests at the twisting of the tap. Here we fade. Fingers that once traced the things we could be slip through hands that never learnt to hold on. Here cheeks are dry. #vss365

The cold, cold wave she greets me with sets me back, back on to a tap, tap, tap with the toe-tip of my nervous shoe. I thought I was taller, brighter. But that cold, cold wave sets me back. I #taper. Through the crowd she comes, as train doors slam, takes me by my elbow to the waiting taxi. #vss365

#vss365 #prompt #taper We covered a lot of miles yesterday. Stories, poems, and photos. Then there are days when you might want to taper. Or you just might want to keep going the distance. It all depends on your energy. Have fun.

salvaged red maple seaweed knotted too— treasure chests #dailyhaikuprompt

Waiting for the ache to burst It pinches Like Pins beneath my skin Like Stitches pulled up Too tight Final meal Dead ink Dried into flakes Like Broken asphalt Like Crows in judgment Perched between my teeth, waiting Waiting for the ache to burst #Vss365 #ache #writing #blueskypoets

#vss365 #doubt is it tomorrow asked the man with the razor tongue the tired eyed woman shifted her weight to the east without making a sound like a small child buttoning up a sweater of doubt

#dailyhaikuprompt #apple floating in the pond beside a ghost of the moon a fallen apple

all the quiet trees colour heaped at their feet such strength in letting go

last light of day turning all the roses into stained glass

'Crouching hare' by UK textile artist Rachel Wright, machine embroidered on calico with various fabrics #Womensart

Bauhaus students Martha Earps-Breuer, Katt Both and Ruth Hollos-Konsemüller. 1927 #WomensArt #BauhausWomem