September 19 - Fallow
Fallow fields awake
Beneath the harvest moon's gaze
Forgotten souls weep
Ooo I love this! There is a good story here🖤
That third line, Caro! 🌙 😭
Earth, like all of us,
needs a rest, a nice lie-down
to not be frazzled
___
Here we honour soil
by letting her take a break,
plumping the pillows
Imagine if we were that nice to the earth… this is so lovely🖤
A fallow fellow
Is not ready for a mate
Keep your pants zipped up!
Ha! I know the type😏
🤭🤭🤭
Weeds partake the fallow field.
Root rewards dug down deep.
Replenish barren wastes with tiny flowers that butterflies will grace.
This absolutely beautiful🖤
For one barren year -
Untouched, unploughed, unseeded -
I play the crone field
I love this, it’s beautiful and vulnerable🖤
Empty ground yawns wide
Fallow fields in autumn’s gaze
Awaiting new life.
So beautiful, I love the sort of sleepy, hibernating vibe🖤
When harvest's over,
The land longs to be, at rest,
Unburdened, and free... 😎
Aw that’s beautiful🖤
Thanks! 😎👍
Fallowpian tubes=barren woman.
I guess that is one way of putting it😂
The forgotten fields
Have long since gone to fallow
Nothing to swallow
Ha! Nice, I love the image of soil swallowing seeds🖤
Also humans, no food, nothing to swallow. That’s what I was going for.
Oh, yeah that does make perfect sense 😅 I guess my brain took the road less traveled on that one. It does that… well a lot actually🧠🫠
Your way works too though.
Prompt: Fallow
- Resting Earth
Fields sigh in stillness,
plow blades rust in quiet dirt—
next season’s promise.
- Creative Pause
Ink dries on the page,
fallow thoughts stretch in silence—
words wait to be sown.
- Brown Eyes
Fallow eyes observe
the golden dust of the plains,
seeing drought, or peace?
- Dormant Love
Hearts lay fallow now,
untouched by any harvest—
longing rains will come.
- Abandoned Lot
Fallow weeds arise
where bricks once stood, dreaming high—
ghosts of walls remain.
- Quiet Mind
Thoughts lie fallow, still—
a silent revolution
stirs beneath the calm.
- Winter’s Hold
Fallow fields sleep tight,
buried under frozen winds—
spring hides in the soil.
- Silent Studio
Brushes fallow rest,
no colors drip from their tips—
blank canvas whispers.
- Fallow Soul
Spirit left uncult
sways in the winds of stillness—
roots wait in shadow.
- Golden Meadow
Fallow grasses wave,
golden brown under the sky—
sun and soil entwined.
These are all so good! I think Brown Eyes is my favorite, I love brown eyes🖤
I love this, it’s such a great comparison, and so tragic 🖤
Fallow fields awake
Beneath the harvest moon's gaze
Forgotten souls weep
Ooo I love this! There is a good story here🖤
That third line, Caro! 🌙 😭
Earth, like all of us,
needs a rest, a nice lie-down
to not be frazzled
___
Here we honour soil
by letting her take a break,
plumping the pillows
Imagine if we were that nice to the earth… this is so lovely🖤
A fallow fellow
Is not ready for a mate
Keep your pants zipped up!
Ha! I know the type😏
🤭🤭🤭
Weeds partake the fallow field.
Root rewards dug down deep.
Replenish barren wastes with tiny flowers that butterflies will grace.
This absolutely beautiful🖤
For one barren year -
Untouched, unploughed, unseeded -
I play the crone field
I love this, it’s beautiful and vulnerable🖤
Empty ground yawns wide
Fallow fields in autumn’s gaze
Awaiting new life.
So beautiful, I love the sort of sleepy, hibernating vibe🖤
When harvest's over,
The land longs to be, at rest,
Unburdened, and free... 😎
Aw that’s beautiful🖤
Thanks! 😎👍
Fallowpian tubes=barren woman.
I guess that is one way of putting it😂
The forgotten fields
Have long since gone to fallow
Nothing to swallow
Ha! Nice, I love the image of soil swallowing seeds🖤
Also humans, no food, nothing to swallow. That’s what I was going for.
Oh, yeah that does make perfect sense 😅 I guess my brain took the road less traveled on that one. It does that… well a lot actually🧠🫠
Your way works too though.
Prompt: Fallow
- Resting Earth
Fields sigh in stillness,
plow blades rust in quiet dirt—
next season’s promise.
- Creative Pause
Ink dries on the page,
fallow thoughts stretch in silence—
words wait to be sown.
- Brown Eyes
Fallow eyes observe
the golden dust of the plains,
seeing drought, or peace?
- Dormant Love
Hearts lay fallow now,
untouched by any harvest—
longing rains will come.
- Abandoned Lot
Fallow weeds arise
where bricks once stood, dreaming high—
ghosts of walls remain.
- Quiet Mind
Thoughts lie fallow, still—
a silent revolution
stirs beneath the calm.
- Winter’s Hold
Fallow fields sleep tight,
buried under frozen winds—
spring hides in the soil.
- Silent Studio
Brushes fallow rest,
no colors drip from their tips—
blank canvas whispers.
- Fallow Soul
Spirit left uncult
sways in the winds of stillness—
roots wait in shadow.
- Golden Meadow
Fallow grasses wave,
golden brown under the sky—
sun and soil entwined.
These are all so good! I think Brown Eyes is my favorite, I love brown eyes🖤
I love this, it’s such a great comparison, and so tragic 🖤