No Remorse ~ #poetry

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To take flight, into the vast unknown

With only my wings, to keep me aloft

Through the sky, a haven, in which I roam

Unafraid of the journey, into the wind, I waft

To let my body feel, as my soul ascends

And my heart, to know it’s on course

So abstractly, against the clouds, I blend

As from this Earth, I leave, with no remorse

 

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Keeping Secrets – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

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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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Let Him Guide You ~ #poetry #WOTD #FOWC #RDP

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One must always be instrumental in their own life

Let not the splinters of strife cause you to quiver

Find one who can lead you, through the dark times

Let Him guide you, like the currents guide the river

 

Word of the Day – Splinter
FOWC with Fandango – Instrumental
Ragtag Daily Prompt – River

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On the Legacy of a Feather ~ #Haiku #RonovanWrites

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Nestled in green grass

A legacy, now silenced

Stories left untold

 

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #235 Grass&Dove

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The Path to Nowhere – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

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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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