HeyJaredA Gentle Quill
Dreamer, poet, mental health warrior, and mom ✍️✨. Navigating the therapeutic balm of poetry, creativity and inner growth and sharing my musings on the entire journey 🌿✨
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October Poetry Prompts (opens the original)
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October comes at the start of autumn. Slipping it from September’s fingertips and embracing it fully in its seasonal arms. Nature is preparing itself for one last transformation this year before bravely baring itself to the world again. A transformation equally inspiring as spring, where growth will meet us again after we learn to let go. Letting go is still an important part of the growth journey. We are still expanding when we make space for new things to grow in a different season.There is a
September poetry prompts (opens the original)
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September is my favorite month of the year because there is this soft sense of magic in the air. A gilded bridge that sits between summer and autumn. The best way to notice it is by how the light changes this month. A soft golden glow everywhere it dares to reach. Autumn already exists in those last days of summer, and now it is here to stay until winter arrives.September invites us to follow in its light. To soften our hearts and be golden wherever we dare to reach. For me, this is the season w
To the woman crying in front of the mirror (opens the original)
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Daily poetry prompts for August (opens the original)
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Every year, I feel this quiet shift in the midst of summer. While July felt radiant and alive, August carries this sense of sadness. The branches sigh underneath the weight of the heatwaves, the grass is fading by the droughts, the sky stays cloudless until another summer storm arrives. July has been intense for all of us, and it feels as if August is ready to say goodbye to summer. Or maybe it is this soft ache for Autumn that I am already feeling deep in my soul.August has always been a diffic
Mourning mist (opens the original)
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Grief is a morning mistthat shrouds the light of day.It lingers between the fresh-cut blades,leaving soft tears to sit in its wake.How they cling with despair to sharp edgesin fear of calling for the much-needed rain.Even as the mourning mists decide to
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