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#Prose #Photography #Trees Guardian of the Trees “In all my works I take the part of trees as against all their enemies. Lothlórien is beautiful because there the trees were loved.” -JRR Tolkien 📸 John Trent

Sunset - a special time of day here in the south-west of England; where hopes and dreams merge as one, together with cloud reflections on watery sands under low sun ☀️ ✨ #scape #photography #ECK #sunsets #reflections #poetry #prose

#satsplat #poetry #prose #pic Google There’s a Rose called Deep Secret; beautiful, its fragrance velvety divine. I imagine it looks like my own heart, full of desire. Of which as it cannot speak it, like the petals of that Rose, stain with bleeding love.

The sounds of life are a constant, they are the soundtracks to living. #Verse #Prose #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Sounds #LifeSounds

#Prose #Painting #Summer "Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” — Henry James 🎨 Kaoru Yamada

#Prose #Painting #Summer The Stray Cats of Greece They are wanderers and philosophers in fur; timeless, serene, and deeply woven into the soul of the country. Aegean Outdoors 🎨 Timothy Adams Matthews

Winnie Eyes, like pools of molten chocolate Nose, compact, rounded, charcoal black Fur, untamed like wind through tall grasses A dog’s gaze, innocent and true Seeks only acceptance and love (My hairdresser's dog, Winnie) #Verse #Prose #ECK #PoetryCommunity #ForTheLoveOfDogs #SomethingDifferent

Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads. -Henry David Thoreau #Nature #poetry #writingcommunity #prose #sunset #photography #mountains #rurallife

Fools believe silence is a void needing to be filled; the wise understand there's no such thing as silence. ~Michael J. Sullivan #birds #writing #prose #wildlifephotography #photography

Today - 21st September - is world #Gratitude day. Give me #poetry, #prose, #art about what you're thankful for #SomethingEveryday #prompt #writing #writesky #amwriting #5amwritersclub #artwork #blueskypoetry

In dawn's quiet, the paper breathes. Each line is a heartbeat, each stroke a whisper of the soul. Drawing bridges seen & unseen, symbols emerge from spirit's touch. It's a sacred communion, a meditation, balancing intention & spontaneity, mapping the inner journey W.H. #Writingcommunity #prose #art

Let’s favor dialogue over discord. Too easily, cruelty spills from tongues. Words can wound or heal—choose bridges, not walls. Embrace understanding, kindness, and peace. In unity, we find true strength. Photo and words by N.N. #Writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poet #poetry #prose