Dialects Of Silence

In response to Sammi’s’s  Weekend Writing Prompt #444

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Fluent is the music of her laughter,

flowing through crowded rooms,

turning strangers into friends.

Her hands speak in bright gestures,

drawing bridges where words fall short.

In every dialect of silence,

sorrow, or joy,

she moves like a river

remembering how to sing

always softly still.

(47 words)


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Keys That Teach Me to Begin Again


In response to Sammi’s

Weekend Writing Prompt #442:

This weekend your challenge is to write a poem or a piece of prose in exactly 58 words using the word “Keyboard”.

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My keyboard clicks out sense, stitching stray thoughts into lines that pretend to behave.
Yet another keyboard, black and white, patient, old, maps the rise and fall of life with every chord.

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Between letters and notes, I find my pulse,
sometimes staccato, sometimes hopeful,
always returning to the keys
that remind my spirit
its silence is never empty.

(58 words)


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