07 Tuesday Nov 2017
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Romantic Tuesday, Ronovan writes
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Using a slight touch
The weakest heart can conquer
Without difficulty
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #174 Smooth&Hand
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07 Tuesday Nov 2017
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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Knit one, purl two
What on earth was I to do?
It’s supposed be a scalloped edge
Looks more like someone’s garden hedge
I must have dropped a stitch somewhere
I could go back, and count, and swear
I’ll never knit another sweater
But silly me, I know much better
How these needles play their tricks on me
So I’m off to find a quilting bee
Writing Prompt – Scalloped Edges – Day 7/30
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06 Monday Nov 2017
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Oh to rise each day
with the glory of autumn
awake, with morning
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06 Monday Nov 2017
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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The clouded skies had darkened my view
I knew where to look, but couldn’t find you
The mist in the air gave a strange, eerie feel
I wondered exactly what it tried to conceal
Into the black, where I could no longer see
I wondered aloud, what has become of thee?
Then I caught a glimpse, from the sky above
My heart skipped a beat, I had found my true love
The one, who makes the evening, so perfectly right
When his light casts upon me, in the ebony night
Perchance, we could meet, once again, on a lark
This heavenly orb, and me, in the dark
Writing Prompt – A Chance Meeting – Day 6/30
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05 Sunday Nov 2017
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Some say they have seen her
In the mist, by the lake
No reflection in the water
Just the trees, when they quake
Her presence is known
Though she’s never been found
Not even her footsteps
Never making a sound
But when the cold filters in
And the sun cannot shine
It is then that they claim
With the fog, she’s enshrined
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