04 Sunday Nov 2018
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Sunset welcomes night
Blushing, in vivid colors
Rose, crimson and wine
An endless brilliance that shines
Against the ebb of the light
November Writing Prompt – Blushing brilliance – Day 4/30
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03 Saturday Nov 2018
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Lurking behind the closet door
I see green eyes flash, in the light
Curiosity gets the better of me
And I investigate, into the night
I can’t seem to find whatever it was
That had me looking for it here
Maybe I’m imagining things
Lately, my mind hasn’t been very clear
I sit back on the fluffy pillows
Propped high upon my bed
And listen for any kind of noise
Seems I hear nothing instead
Then all at once, there it is,
The rumble that isn’t my tummy
Finally realizing what it could be
The sound now seems rather chummy
A charismatic feline steps into the room
Nonchalantly, leaps onto the bed
Rubs up against me, waves it tail
Then sits down near my frazzled head
I don’t remember having a cat
In fact I’m pretty sure I never did
But looks like this one’s here to stay
Lest I kick him out, God forbid!
I fluff up my pillow, and try to relax
Where did he come from, I don’t know
But when I go to lay down my head
The little rascal has stolen my pillow!
Author’s note: Should a cute furry find its way to my home, I would never kick it out. However, I am allergic to cats, so I would keep it, until I could find it a furrever home.
November Writing Prompt – Creatures of curiosity and charisma – Day 3/30
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02 Friday Nov 2018
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Morning awakens from its slumber
Shaded, misty blue, against the night
Quietly, I sit in this tree to ponder
What it is that summons me to the light
I find myself in this solemn place
Each day, it grows much stronger
The feeling I get, when I am here
How I wish it would stay much longer
But the frost’s below me, on the ground
The telltale signs of winter’s calling
Bringing emptiness to autumn trees
As all at once, the leaves stop falling
Seeds of solitude, embrace me
Though your leaves have turned to brown
May I stay here with you, upon this limb?
I’ve no desire to ever get down
November Writing Prompt – Seeds of Solitude – Day 2/30
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01 Thursday Nov 2018
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In the pages of this book, is where it begins
When evening falls, tis there, I fit in
Watching the stars that gently glisten
In the dark of night, I shall sit and listen
As the moon recites with much detail
How the sun and the planets all prevail
He tells of how, the birds do try
To reach him, far up in the sky
How the twilight shines, in all its glory
Oh, how the moon does tell his story
I could stay here, with him, evermore
For his light always reaches, to my very core
And in this place, I find sweet tranquility
Lost to the moon, in a realm of possibility
Goodnight, sweet orb, as I now close this book
Out the window, I stare, yes, for just one more look
November Writing Prompt – The realm of reliability – Day 1/30
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30 Thursday Nov 2017
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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I missed Day 9 of Michelle’s prompts, so I’m sneaking it in now, before November bids adieu 😉
Drops of morning dew
Lingering, like beads of sweat
Quench our life’s petals
Writing Prompt – Beads of Sweat – Day 9/30
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