What was the best compliment you’ve received?
Not in trophies, not in fame,
Not in the whispers of my name.
But the voices soft yet strong,
“You’re the best, Mom”, is my joy lifelong.
Tag: dailyprompt
The Art of Unrushed Journeys
You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?
A train it is, where time unwinds,
Through shifting skies and endless pines.
No rush, no race just depth and grace,
Each moment felt, not chased in haste.
My Little Hero
Who is the most confident person you know?
His hands not toughened, his age still young,
Yet dreams run deep, like songs unsung.
My son won’t wait for fate’s decree,
He forges ahead to shape destiny.
Pause
What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings?
I do not bow to joy or sorrow,
Nor let them shape my soul’s tomorrow.
I make them wait, just for a breath,
Between the walls of thought and depth.
A fleeting pause, a silent test,
To see which feelings serve me best.
And if they prove their worth with grace,
I let them rise, I give them space.
Drift
What activities do you lose yourself in?
“I lose myself in nature’s song,
where rivers hum and winds belong.
The golden sun, the moon’s embrace,
I fade into their boundless grace.”
Unreplayed
What movies or TV series have you watched more than 5 times?
“I don’t replay the scenes I’ve seen,
For life’s too vast, too wild, too keen.
New tales await, fresh dreams unfold,
Why linger in embers when flames take hold?”
Discernment
Are you superstitious?
“I don’t bow to blind belief, nor follow without a trace,
I seek the reason, the hidden thread, before I give it place.
For only through doubt does wisdom grow,
Like a flame that rises, steady and slow.”
Ascend
Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?
“I am a phoenix—rising from embers, soaring in fire, shining in flight.”
To dear Me at 100
Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.
A century’s breath upon my skin,
etched with stories deep within.
Wrinkles whisper, silver sings,
of laughter, loss, and love’s bright wings.
Did I touch hearts, did I ignite,
the spark in souls to see their light?
Did I remind inquisitive minds,
how precious life is, how to make destiny unwind?
The hands that lifted, the words that healed,
did they sow hope in hearts concealed?
Did kindness bloom where pain once grew,
and show the world life’s golden hue?
Oh, wise one with time’s embrace,
did I walk this path with grace?
Did I serve, inspire, and guide,
with love unshaken, arms stretched wide?
If ever silence calls you near,
remember me, still young and clear.
For in your heart, I softly stay,
a voice unaged, a breath away.
With love from me, still free, still wild,
your dreaming, daring, giving child.
Blooming Wishlist
Where would you go on a shopping spree?
“If ever I had a shopping spree,
I’d choose a nursery, wild and free.
Amidst the blooms, so bright and true,
That’s where my heart would wander to.”
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