Where to Begin ~ #poetry

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Nothing was working, frustration set in

I should start over, but where to begin?

Jumbled up messes, stuck in my head

Maybe it’s time I take a break, but instead

I continue to trudge, through this mess

No cause for alarm, it’s probably stress

Step away from the keyboard, back again

To many words are stuck tight from within

Hands on the keys, glazed eyes in a dream

I’m pretty sure, you just heard me scream!

Leave the office, go find something to eat

Perhaps I can fuel the verses with sweets

No, that will never work, they’re diabetic

This is what happens when I am frenetic

Try to calm down, take it one at a time

But the words, continue to play, a mime

They move about, but never do they speak

It’s more like they’re playing hide and seek

Okay, that’s enough, for now, they can win

I should start over, but where to begin?

 

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Voided Victories – #NovemberWriting #Tanka

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When in edit mode

Remember small victories

Never questioning

What is real or fantasy

It is who we are inside

 

November Writing Prompt – Voided victories – Day 29/30

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The Wilderness Speaks ~ #poetry #RDP #FOWC

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A snow covered trail, with no brilliance glistening

Disheartened, they weep, through cold, frosty air

What’s most important is, we must stop resisting

Or nature, in human hands, will remain in despair

 

FOWC with Fandango – Trail
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Brilliance

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Wordless Wednesday ~ Oh So Pink! – #myphotography

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Making Amends with Ourselves – #NovemberWriting #poetry

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What becomes of a broken heart?

When time cannot heal its pain

Shattered, to pieces, broken glass

Fractured, bleeding, still again

We try to make amends with it

Somehow, it’s never the same

So we toss it aside, like the trash

Who saves it, is anybody’s game

It seems to be such an easy task

Never giving it a second thought

Perhaps we need to remember

Our love can never be bought

 

November Writing Prompt – fractured and formless – Day 28/30

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