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Musings Stories

Our Musings category focuses on speculation, reflection and deep thought, covering everything from self-contemplation to humorous views on life in general.

This is the place to submit your thoughts on spiritual matters or philosophical subjects and to share your feelings on any topics you’ve ever pondered or wondered about.

In my Charles Dickens'. Between wakefulness and sleep, lucid in daydreams of hypnagogia. Of goddesses and ageless mascara worn beneath the skin of a flawless mime. Whispering to me in shadows of sleep. In dreams of homily and petite fleur.With the essence...

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Wooden building blocks and green pistachios. Musing and memories, helping me define the meaning of yesterday's boutique and old buttons. Old porch swings and broken pink flamingos in dreams. Waiting for love in limited edition and smiling as if in my yout...

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3 weeks ago

Simply the Best

A rose is forever

Moving into our bungalow over thirty years ago we found that the front lawn had a variety of standard willow as a centre piece. For the first three years, the tree developed vigorously, its head getting wider and wider. No flowers, just musky green leaves...

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3 weeks ago

Crimson Red Overhead - with KristinaX

In the grove, carpets are spread

A leaf trembles like someone's heart Succumbing to autumn in a moment Twilight casts a beautiful glow Somewhere over the horizon Maple put on a crimson brocade In the grove, carpets are spread Variegated from multi-colored leaves Cold breath a sweetish ta...

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Gone are the paper mâché shadows that hung by my window. Now dust motes in heavy coats of memories. So long time ago in my sleep. Where dreams are made, sewn with bows. And my old stuffed socks with buttons became my best friends. Now the circle has close...

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1 month ago

Forgive Me

Confession

In my dreams, I know you are there. Silently whispering tolet you go. Beyond the dreams white as snow where angelsdance Adagio. In fluidity as I feel your breath touch mysoul of memories, watching you fade to a shadow of pale.As I take the coward's way ou...

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1 month ago

Time Stands Still For No One

Thoughts on growing old.

I am related by marriage to one of the big old Birmingham UK families, and at any family event, there are always aunts and uncles, cousins, and nephews, and nieces to catch up with. This afternoon, I attended a family funeral, and as is always the case it...

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Gone are the paper mâché shadows that hung by my window. Now dust motes in heavy coats of memories. So long time ago in my sleep. Where dreams are made, sewn with bows. And my old stuffed socks with buttons became my best friends. Now the circle has close...

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In her fingertips to build a nest in a tree to rest hung the moon a carol ring rung tinged with blue of speckled eggs

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2 months ago

A Lover Lost...

This is a story of loss and bereavement.

My dearest Darling, You’ve meant so much to me since we’ve been together. You’ve been a beacon of hope, allowing me to express myself in ways I didn’t know I needed. You may not even know it, but you encouraged me so much. You’ve helped me have the confid...

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2 months ago

What Gives You The Right

My rambling thoughts...

What gives you the right to assume I’m DTF? That’s Down To… Well, you can look it up. I assure you I’m not. Perhaps after some time, some long time, and a bonding friendship built of courting and a heavy dose of flirting. Yes, I said courting. People don’...

His eyes were curious, his ears inquisitive. I wondered if he was a fan of Taylor Swift or if the sound of the ukulele touched at some primal memory. Or, maybe like me, he just liked the sound of the small waterfall that cascaded down the smooth time-worn...

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As I tootle-foot along the wayover coastal dreams and streams through meadows of yesterday and marigolds of butterfly wings bubbling life's champagne crickets fiddle fantasia's quadrille overstepping stones and 'morrows where love covers every bough heari...

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3 months ago

The Voice of My Hair

Life's Coping Mechanisms

The other day I stared into the mirror looking at my receding hairline and feeling I could have done with some better genes and some better hair maybe? But then I stopped and shut my eyes... One thought led to the other and took me down a rabbit hole of t...

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There are no flowers without breath no life without dark or heartbreak without pain in loneliness of everything lost yet I feel your nearness to forget all tears

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