The Best of You

 

I am I and you are you

And nothing less will ever do

I can’t be you, you can’t be me

And that is that you must agree

Don’t try to be him, her, or them

Embrace your own internal gem

Relax and let yourself fly free

Trust yourself and you shall see

That there is nothing you can’t do

When you shine the best of you

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II wrote this in response to something I read on Twitter. The poster said that 
they were tired of trying to be as good as others in their chosen field.
I felt compelled to write this, though that person may never see it. But, if 
it helps one other person, I'll consider that a success. 

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Image by Gerd Altman from Pixabay

Battle at Sea

 

As the battle raged, neither side noticed the skies above. A blackened wall hid the sun, while violent winds tore the sails.

I fell into the waters below, a barrel my only hope. Men screamed between cracks of thunder, as a wall of water shoved me beneath the waves. I’d no air to breathe, light to see, nor chance to fight. Then...silence. 

I emerged once more, the barrel my saving grace. The sky was clear, the waters calm, the Armada, gone. I was alone, drifting with the currents toward land.

That was the day the sea ended the war.

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The above story is the product of a writing prompt (SEA) given by Quill and Crow Publishing House. They have a different prompt listed in their June Prompt List for each day of the month. Though they offer these as poetry prompts, I wanted to do something a little different. I've opted to create microfiction pieces of exactly 100 words.

I won't promise to have each one up each day, but I'm going to do my best. Anything to keep writing. I hope you enjoy.

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Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay

Sensuality Sublime

The way you peer into my soul

And grasp me in your gaze

Sends a shiver through my veins

And sets my heart ablaze

I long to feel your lips on mine

Your breath upon my skin

The searing scent of musty heat

That makes my head to spin

Salty beads of passion fall

Into the velvet folds

Around your torso like a glove

My aching body molds

Flesh and fire mix as one

Our mounting heat explodes

Rhythmic chanting echoes loud

My energy implodes

Two as one in perfect beat

Intense in perfect time

My fantasy alive again

Sensuality sublime

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I originally wrote this poem in August of 2010. Today is April 22, 2021. I am still proud of this one. 

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Image by efes from Pixabay