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Studio Prompt: Portrait of You
Photo Prompt: Reflections and Shadows
Writing Prompt: Find a Poem for This Day
Two Sonnets in Memory
by Edna St.Vincent Millay
(Part I)
As men have loved their lovers in times past,
And sung their wit, their virtue and their grace,
So have we loved sweet Justice to the last,
Who now lies here in an unseemly place.
The child will quit the cradle and grow wise
And stare on beauty till his senses drown;
Yet shall be seen no more by mortal eyes
Such beauty as here walked and here went down.
Like birds that hear the winter crying plain
Her courtiers leave to seek the clement south;
Many have praised her, we alone remain
To break a fist against the lying mouth
Of any man who says this was not so:
Though she be dead now, as indeed we know.
Writing Prompt: A Self Reflection
The curly locks softly descend unto her face framing her features. The green cat-eyes open wide to inspect the misplace tendril. She intensely examines the lock and begins to tuck it behind her dainty ear sweeping it swiftly into place. Her agile fingers momentarily swipe her dangling hoop earring of polished sterling silver. The refined hoops swiftly sway from the fleeting movement. Her glaze shifts from the earrings to her arched eyebrows. They are as dark as night and contrast well with her shimmering eyes. She purses her cherry-red lips and notices the natural fullness as they softly protrude. They are supple and curvy. She glances at the slight protruding of her cheeks and the ample roundness of her face. After tossing her reflection a brief, knowing smile she commences her day with awareness.
Hugs,
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