Inspiration point (IP)

For this week’s inspiration point: It seems to have rained for weeks on end. It’s an age-old chestnut but a big canvas to draw inspiration from so please apply your imagination to stories and poems about the weather.

Inspiration point

The life of a tree

I’m like a tree. At one point, I was a tall, sturdy oak. I had all my branches and I was as healthy as can be. My leaves were full of green.

One Night

It started my average Saturday night, though I’d never even heard of this place before.

My Little Bird

The evening kisses cool on the back of my neck. I huddle smaller despite the mildness of the breeze. My thoughts turn inward, abandoning civility as I forget to remember again.

Little Boy

Why do we tell them that they can't show emotion?

Mightier than the Sword! (I.P.)

What fun you could have being small, if you were just two inches tall;

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