---

i'm going to be off the site
there is something I must write

while i may seem to be gone
i won't be able to be on long

don't be saddened. I'm not bereft.
i've not been hurt. I have not left.

there's a story to be conveyed
a friend who has a lot to say

i'm writing series for her right now
i have to research to learn how

my mom is better, which is good
but I'm still caregiving as i should

i've been in a sort of daze
because i've been off site for days

talking with people on the phone
doing all the work alone

I'm writing this post as i am
don't want to be the source of spam

i just want to let you know
'cause some folks felt the need to go

but I'm not under troll attack
i'll be gone *but i'll be back

~~~^♡^~~~

RULES:
Create a write which blesses
another poet. One on one.
Select a poet who you have
never written about before.
An "unknown" as it were.
Someone new or someone
who's been hurt here.
They don't have to be
on site currently.
It can be any style or length.
NO SPAM PLEASE!
It must be a sincere writing
to bless them.

Simply put "#lovefest-contest"
under tags at the very bottom
of the screen where you have
written your poetry.

PRIZE!
On the third of September I will
review the entries under the
#lovefest-contest heading. THEY
MUST BE UNDER THIS HEADING.
The winning entry will SHINE!

I WILL LIGHT IT UP!

This means that it will automatically
TREND.

I'M PUTTING MY MONEY WHERE MY
MOUTH IS! All entries will be reposted by me on my site and
placed on 3 collections.

ANY QUESTIONS COMMENT
HERE OR CONTACT ME VIA
THE SITE MESSAGE SYSTEM

REMEMBER TO CHOOSE SOMEONE
WHO DOESN'T OFTEN GET WRITTEN
ABOUT. SOMEONE HURTING. OR
SOMEONE NEW.

*THANK YOU AND GOOD LUCK!

---


the Man
sat crosslegged
on a mat of
green reeds

the woman
gulped and
wept as she
broke the
beautiful bottle
and poured out the
oil of spikenard
(worth a year's wages)
onto the head
of the Man

grumbling from
the thief as he
saw the chance
for his fortune
running
down
the
beard
of
the
Man
he
valued
less
than
dust

but i set
these words
down in
rememberance
of this deed

for her

she valued Him
more than
her most prized
possession

more than her
own temple of flesh
she had perfumed

and so
she
prepared
the
Man
for
leaving
His
own.



in DEATH


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