Category Archives: January Writing

Behind the Mask – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

16 Wednesday Jan 2019

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She was nothing but common
Until she donned the mask

How ironic, no one could see

The one who was hiding
Perhaps in plain sight

Could’ve, at any time, been me

Makeup didn’t change her
Simply, she was the same

How iconic, she had become

Kept them guessing all the time
The fools, they’d never know

How absurd, and oh, how fun!

They fell at her feet, this maiden
Clung to her, day and night

Seemingly, couldn’t get enough

Outside, she laughed, and toyed
But inside, she was different

From behind the mask, she’d rebuff

 

January Writing Prompt – She was nothing but common until she donned the mask – Day 16/31

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The Tree and She – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

15 Tuesday Jan 2019

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She set out, across the desert sands
Gathering nature, with her hands

Not wanting to leave, any behind
Heard life on Earth, could be so unkind

Carefree, following behind her, in tow
Were butterflies fluttering, to and fro

Flowers that blossomed, on one side
The clouds, ablaze, in orange skies

Everything she found, was simply a beauty
Knowing inside, this was her rightful duty

To bring back all, they didn’t have there
Saving from humans, who just didn’t care

Though, left behind, near grass, was a tree
Which had no leaves, nor birds to see

Twas the only thing, she could not carry
Though try, she did, but to the contrary

The tree did not want to go, nor gather
So, it stayed in its own place, and rather

Didn’t follow the lass, from land to land
Hoping one day, she would understand

Why he had stayed there, in the blazing sun
Who’d tell about trees, if there were none?

 

January Writing Prompt – And as she walked away, she took it all with her – Day 15/31

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Vengeance – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

14 Monday Jan 2019

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Under full moon’s light, as the thunder crashed

A deserted ship, against murderous waves, thrashed

There was no one aboard, they had perished that night

As the boat, bobbed and swayed, such a terrible sight

Once a crew of twenty, one by one, fell to the sea

Washed away with the tides which claimed victory

No bodies were found, on those waters, enraged

When guided by the full moon, cannot be assuaged

That was her vengeance, this storm, she delivered

Left behind, nothing more, than a craft, fully slivered

 

January Writing Prompt – The storm raged on without any hope of being saved – Day 14/31

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Keeping Secrets – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

13 Sunday Jan 2019

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Best to keep secrets, out of sight, under disguise

Sweep them far away from you, hide those nasty lies

In the belly of the broomstick, just let the dust collect

No one will find the answer, no one will ever suspect

Tidy up your space, so nobody dares to cause you grief

On to other chores, they’ve moved, what a sense of relief!

Until someone comes along, to sweep the dusty rug

And finds what’s hidden there, and all you do is shrug

Knowing that your precious secrets, were never truly kept

Underneath the carpet, where all your dirt was swept

 

January Writing Prompt – The answer rested quietly inside the belly of the broomstick – Day 13/31

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The Path to Nowhere – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

12 Saturday Jan 2019

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A path through the forest, a welcome sight, by day

She had wandered, for so long, much to her dismay

White slabs, edged in stone, ornate for this space

She set out on the trail, hoped to exit this place

Soon trees were bent over, as if they waved hello

Eerie shadows, in the sunlight, danced, to and fro

Twas then, by chance, she’d finally, made her way out

Til she looked again, scrunched her face, in a pout

She’d seen it all before, nothing new, how could it be?

Then, threw her hands in the air, sighed, rather loudly

The path went round in circles, she truly had to laugh

So, she grabbed her camera, and took a photograph

 

January Writing Prompt – The stone path through the woods lead her nowhere – Day 12/31

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