An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

Write what comes from the heart and let your soul have a voice that wellspring of feeling that bubbles within your chest and the flood of ideas that clamor to be free honor the time and the place see the ripples of the words touch every corner of your universe.

two particles float through the ether seek yet not find time has no meaning they move yet are static but somehow, some way they find themselves in each other's space neither asks how or why it happens it just does they dance in an orbit tentative but daring opposites attract  same ones repel  who knows  if the reaction  will be explosive

Writing prompt on Bluesky. Write an elegy. A song for what was  a fragile flower  nurtured from seed  to soft bud  that spread its petals  to greet the sun  in a brief moment of glory  in the warmth of Life  but gone too soon  as the winter's snows  fall on the ground  and the leaves  fall weeping  to mourn.

She doesn't claim  to be a saint she's only yet  another sinner  don't put her  upon a pedestal don't sing hymns that extol her virtues don't erase all of her vices don't sanitize the life she has led to justify the morals you wish to enforce.

Spider's web in a beam of sunlight adorned with morning dew and glistens with late December frost the wind tries to uproot it but the silk strands hold fast where is  the current occupant or is it just waiting for a new one to move in when spring arrives?