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A lovely true story, Debbie 😊

Thank you so much 🙏😊

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Thank you very much, Paul.

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It's #Desire - look forward to seeing what you come up with xx

You're very welcome, Jan.

Oh, what a lovely thing to say, Fidel. Thank you so much 🙏💙

Eternity disclosed... your knowledge, imagination and ability to span time are phenomenal, Jan.

Working Love I fell for you in work amid the photocopier’s paparazzi-flashing, had no control over seating so, between floors giddy elevator conversations snatched. Once, outside, during a fire evacuation test I stood by you, aware my ruddy-face was so obviously smouldering. Hold the note you gave me for supposed help on an urgently demanded spinning-hamster-wheel type task, just a rather economical: ‘Thank you v v much’ but I imagined that first word unexpectedly promoted and H.R. formally introducing its shyest new replacement: Love. Since that day to my certain knowledge you’ve never used ‘v v’ again… though I make sure those twanging Cupid arrowheads are near daily kept still in play.

@rfsmith.bsky.social @dragonslayerma.bsky.social @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social
@victoriaspires.bsky.social I’m hosting #promptcombo this week.Use the #promptcombo and post me @hool415.bsky.social for the theme of #workinglove Anything on love, work or a mix of both! All welcome till 5pm Friday!!

Thank you so much, Jan. Unfortunately, it was just the one.🙏😊

Thank you v v v much, Ju.😊😘

Yes, #poemsabout still very much going on and prompts appear early each week. There are still a large number of people taking part - please come back.

That's lovely, Ju, and cleverly done 😊

For this week's #promptcombo #workinglove with very understanding host @hool415.bsky.social , an old one which I think fits. Look forward to reading others later.

A thought-provoking piece, Glenn. I'm not a trusting person generally - too many illusionists, too much ugly truth.

Ah, but beware who's watching... 🙃

Ah, that's interesting. It has come together so well.

This poem has really caught me, Dave. I love the natural images in the first stanza and the bitter sadness of the second. One to remember.

A poem entitled Closed Door I know the night it opened and how life looked up like a Woodpigeon clattering off its nest or a thundercloud's electrons coming home but not one instant so more like a tide racing across the sand with small waders in constant surprise & rush reeling, wheeling around to find peace in the marram grass, comfort in huddle & safety. Yes, that was the night— not much sleep, but deep. But which was the night it shut? I'll never know and you won't say but for sure it was years before the day you crossed a line and I walked out through a closed door, at least a door I thought was closed then I pushed it shut from outside and it was.

replies Sunday, I am tied up tomorrow, so in time here is my poem about #ClosedDoors for #PoemsAbout
#Poetry #MyEx

This is a wonderful piece, Peter. The third part is particularly striking, but it all works so well. 💙

Very welcome, Merril 💙

Thank you, David 😊

Thank you, Gary 😊

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Oh, Dave, this is heartbreaking. Sending you hugs 🤗🤗

So few words say so much. Really powerful, Jane.

Love it! 😂

Beautiful, Merril. You always seem to find a way forward. 💙