The Living Poetry prompt – Backyard
I spent many lone nights
swaddled in a rainbow hammock
by the crackling firepit
in my manicured backyard
under the clear stary sky
in cold deep winters
Many poems were born
from frozen fingers tapping
on a frosted screen
when the embers started to go out
in the wee hours of the night
With a final sense of satisfaction
I straightened my beanie
wrapped myself in the wool blanket
resettled in my ugg boots
hurried into the house
where everybody I loved
were all in a deep sleep
Flicker of Thoughts 
Oh wow .. winter nights inspirations … no, not for this snug bug in a rug …
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😸😁
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The bliss of solitude and writing. But the reassurance of loved ones nearby. Very nice!
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I thought a nice balance would be nice..😊
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Quiet winter nights and the flowing words. Beautiful tapestry formed.
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“I spent many lone nights
swaddled in a rainbow hammock” – Wow that is just amazing. This whole piece is spectacular and so beautifully written. I absolutely love it 🖤🤗🤍
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😊I love that you love it 😊
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Such a lovely piece. Most of the best pieces are born in those peaceful hours.
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I so agreed. Thanks for stopping by and commenting Shreya!
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❤️❤️❤️
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Thanks for writing to the prompt. This is one of your best.
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Many thanks, I am humbled. Thank you for putting the prompts out consistently.
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Really brilliant and clear setting! Fantastic work!
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This is making me miss winter 😭
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I like Winter when it doesn’t snow.
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