On perseverance – #Haiku – #poetry – #RonovanWrites

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Though rain overwhelms

The spider never gives in

She climbs up the drain

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Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #293 Drain&Rain

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Image by Felix Ulich from Pixabay

Our Devotion ~ #poetry of #love – #ValentinesDay

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Let’s set the mood, my sweetest one

Candle’s flame sparks passion’s fun

A rose, so sensual, scents of the night

Desirous longings, take us to heights

Fulfilling each other, without a sound

Just our heartbeats, an echo, profound

We don’t need one day, to live these emotions

Yes! We have each other, our forever devotion

 

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Photo via Pixabay CC0

Pure Perfection – #poetry of #words

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It’s only been a week
But it seems like forever
Been away far too long,
From the life I endeavor.

Words come out, a jumble,
Making no logical sense.
Mind blowing explosions,
Much too much intense.

How do I figure out
Each thought in my mind?
How do I solve this conundrum,
Of life, sometimes, unkind?

Am I but an enigma?
Please tell me so I know
Such poetry, in motion,
I rather, would not show

But it’s been awhile,
Since I scribbled out a page
I’ll leave you with untethered thoughts,
I’ve released them, from their cage.

Silly though it seems,
I let them fly in all directions
It doesn’t matter if they falter
‘Cause to me, they’re pure perfection

 

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Image by cocoparisienne from Pixabay

The Silence is Deafening – #poetry of the #lost

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“You okay?” He asks,
“Swell”, my reply,
While wistfully staring,
And wondering why

He’d bother to ask,
Does he really care?
Or is it just habit,
Because I am there.

Time spent together,
In silence, creeps by.
No matter how much,
I just no longer try

To engage conversation,
From one, far away,
Who turns off the chatter,
Doesn’t hear what I say.

Perhaps it is me,
Who doesn’t quite hear
The words, left unsaid,
Though, the meaning is clear

So I bury myself,
In a place, tucked away
Where the silence is deafening,
But the Lord hears me pray.

 

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Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

Entrance – #writephoto – #poetry – #life

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Darkness in the distance plays, my thoughts, they start to mingle; is it calm or trepidation that makes my senses tingle? Chiseled rocks, I climb upon, careful to plant my feet; so to peer beyond the opening, then, wondering what I’ll meet.

Is it just an empty cave? Or does something live within? Do I dare to challenge this? I hesitate, as I begin. Quietly making my way inside, sneaking about, like a tiny mouse, I realize I am not alone, it is me inside this house.

Silently moving within this space, I hear her voice, to me, she is calling; “No need to be afraid, my dear”, as my legs give, but I’m not falling. I stumble, to try to find the earth, the solid ground, underneath, is no longer; ever slowly, I feel myself rising above, my spirit, growing much stronger.

I am not afraid, no fear inside, for I know no harm will come to me; I have found the entrance, to my life, where my soul can, finally, be set free.

 

Photo via Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt – Entrance
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