In the distance, a voice, with no choice at all,
(p)reserves only humanity, with no choice at all.
(H)ear the distant thunders! Hear the distant sighs!
There is no gard living just the living ostracized!
Beneathe our footsteps hear our thunders
and fear not ur living age
cos the thunder you hear ripplin’
is just our thyme and s’age;
and then again ‘she’ will denounce, as any living mother might,
to say that is no way to be and there’s no God-Given rite!
Ten things not to do in 2017? [prompt]
And if I were making it ‘a baker’s dozen’ … it’d just be unlucky for some, but (a) not to be even acknowledging detritus types of western politic, however dangerous it might seem to have alternative ways of ‘free-thinking’; (b) online too much again eventually, unless / until co-writing on pieces of paper, jointly, with Colleen de V. and be careful with it (is that in the nots category? and so, (c) confusing myself with daft artistic notions derived from influence of bogus ‘artful dodger’ types! [no accusations or implications being levied at any acquaintance in either of our worlds, real and/or virtual! cuz we steer clear, as do they of any honest types! lol]
{I might need to add a 14- for an admin vol getting round to some posting some drafty stuff some time, reciprocally & mutually unpaid of course, in our wonderful so often tokenistic ‘free world’…}
I got back specially for a 72-100hour plus New Year marathon ‘Soiree’ and forgot to bring Snickers, but remembered more beans! hooray!
So, this found image (from pixabay.com) is this week’s prompt for my self-led writing challenge – you’re welcome to join in if you like – you might even prefer to find your own pic to use as a prompt…
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