I was not inspired by today’s prompt, I think our world is too full of tall tales being told by inauthentic so called leaders without me adding to them.
I took a reflective moment instead.
The tick, tick, tick of the clock,
Hops,
Around the breathless spaces of space
Between Venus and Mars,
And all the glittering, glistening stars.
Those that are there to see,
And those that we still can see
Although they have ceased to be.
All stars, like our own life-giving sun,
They have their hours and days,
Filled with glorious rays,
Before the clock strikes – done.
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Missives & Musings 
I couldn’t get into a “tall tale” either — and I cannot wait to share this poem with my favorite Swiss watchmaker! It’s lovely, Graham.
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Thanks Elizabeth. I sometimes feel like I shoild just keep quiet about not feeling the prompt, but I didn’t and this started growing in my head a couple of days ago, so I just weent with it. The exercise is all about writing after all, not following the prompt and as I’m away for a long weekend in North Wales this weejedn I may just find inspiration elsewhere.
Enjoy your time together and thanks again.
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