15 Wednesday Aug 2018
Posted in My Photography, Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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14 Tuesday Aug 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Romantic Tuesday
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Daydreaming, thoughts, only of you
While sunlight comes, streaming through
The trees in the glen, where I hide away
And sit here, just wishing, for yesterday
This was our place, to make memories last
Now, it’s my place, of memories, past
I come here to listen, be one with the breeze
Sadness has claimed me, as time didn’t freeze
The moments we had, they’re no longer here
But you’ll stay in my heart, always, my dear
So, I’ll let the sun shine, let it warm my face
As I quietly sit, in this now sacred place
Because, I know, one day, together we’ll be
Until then, I’ll be waiting, right here, for thee
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14 Tuesday Aug 2018
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Ronovan writes
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Only fools believe
When the Earth lacks sunlight’s gleam
Nothing ever grows
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #214 Lack&Fool
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14 Tuesday Aug 2018
Posted in August Writing, Poems, Poetry
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She tried to run, but never got far
The other would find her, she knew
No walls, nor doors, did stop the chase
The nightmare, always quickly grew
It was like looking at herself, in a mirror
This ghost that followed her around
Frightened more, by what she saw
In the halls, of this battled ground
Same hair, same shape, her identical twin
Lavishly clad, she dressed for the night
Yet, she, in leather, known as the warrior
Was afraid to take on this sibling fight
For she knew her sister wouldn’t believe
It was never meant to happen at all
But Karma knew better, she always did
The warrior was about to fall
August Writing Prompt – Karma’s quest for comeuppance – Day 14/31
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13 Monday Aug 2018
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My muse is at it, once again
This time she’s sprouted wings
To make her journey faster, she says
Who believes in such a thing?
“I’m tired of sitting on the shelf”
She whines, with her usual flare
“I can’t do everything by myself!”
I yawn, like I really don’t care
And she flutters by me, nudging
I try to swat her away, but I miss
Back and forth, she flies about
I don’t think I signed up for this
But she knows just how to get me
Awakening this dreamer, she can!
It’s quite impossible, to try to sleep
Those wings of hers, sound like a fan!!
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