Pantry of Poetry and Prose #8

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“It is only when we silent the blaring sounds of our daily existence that we can finally hear the whispers of truth that life reveals to us, as it stands knocking on the doorsteps of our hearts.” – K.T. Jong 

I woke to a plethora of birthday wishes and with a huge smile on my face. Thank you so much everyone for making my day so special! This is Sanaa and I am back with another exciting Pantry of Poetry and Prose this Sunday.

This week, Sumana gave us the opportunity to pour our hearts out with her Midweek Motif, "A/The Moment," to which there were several great responses! 

Rosemary delighted us with "Wild Fridays: Roving the Web," where she shared various links and posts to enjoy during the holidays. Do scroll back and check it out in case you have missed it! 

For now, I invite you to share your entry, as Poets United welcomes both poetry and prose (i.e. stories, articles, essays) feel free to link anything new or old and relish in the works of others. Also, if you opt to share prose then please keep it to 369 words or fewer.

Optional: For those of you whose muse desires something, here is a beautiful poem by Ezra Pound, remember to give credit if you decide to write inspired by it.

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Next week Susan's Midweek Motif will be ~ The Year's End

And now, without further ado, let us dive into the Pantry! Looking forward to reading you all with a steaming mug of coffee. See you on the trail! 🍰☕

Pantry of Poetry and Prose #6

December greetings, poets and storytellers! Yes, December. Can you believe it? My joints can feel it deeply, but… the rest of me is still wondering what happened to November (and the rest of 2019).

Well, I have no idea where last month went, but its last Friday was taken by Rosemary’s Moonlight Musings: Process and Product. If you’ve yet to read it, do go back and take a look-see. Next week, for December’s first Midweek Motif, Sumana and Susan invite us to explore “Change”.

Speaking of change that affected (and continues to affect) a lot of souls, 64 years ago (on December 1, 1955), Rosa Parks refused to sit on the back of a bus—where Alabama law said she, and anyone with too much honey in their skin, belonged. Rosa said enough! and changed the world. If you need a bit of inspiration, let your words celebrate Rosa Parks.

It’s Sunday at Poets United, so the pantry is open to both poetry and prose (stories, articles, essays… in 369 words or fewer). Your entry can be old or new, the writing choice is yours. And the reading pleasure is all ours.

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Feed the direct link to your entry to Mr. Linky. Delight in the words of other poets and storytellers. And have the best of all days.