Semblance ~ #haiku #nature

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A palette blended

Vibrant, nature’s artistry

Painted upon soil

 

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Filaments of Frustration ~ #NaPoWriMo #AprilWriting

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My brain, like a frustrated light bulb

Is a filament, constantly in need of a current

To make it spark imagination, I flip a switch

Let it glow for hours, until at last, it burns out

Try to tap it, hoping for the light to return

For the spark to, once again, kindle my thoughts

Regeneration, as the cycle begins again

 


 

 

April Writing Prompt:  Filaments of frustration – Day 8/30

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Just a Pawn ~ #poetry #NaPoWriMo

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Embryonic thoughts, plague the best of me

Incipient beginnings, not where I wish to be

Maturity has abandoned me, in very many ways

Passing by the hours, watch them turning into days

Hoping new beginnings, will appear with early dawn

I sit and wait, and realize, I’m really just a pawn

Of merely growing older, in a world, that likes me not

Maybe I finally did grow up, perhaps I just forgot

 

 

The Daily Post: Inchoate

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A Hiss and a Bang ~ #poetry #AprilWriting

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Seems Jupiter hadn’t learned his lesson
Decided Venus was worth the bliss
Made his way toward her space
Got a smack in the face
Lost a moon, all he does now is hiss

Mother Earth watched it all and she’d had it
Remember, she had given Jupiter the boot
Once again, with a bang
He lost, to a gang
Of women, now isn’t that a hoot!

 

You can read about Jupiter’s encounter with Mother Earth HERE

April Writing Prompt:  It went off with a bang and a hiss – Day 7/30

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#writephoto – Shelter – #poetry

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A hidden cave, the wind, a rush
Where spirits linger, under brush

Some may show themselves to you
While others share a different view

You never know when they’ll appear
Perhaps it’s just that one stray deer

Who grazes, on the leaves of green
And every flower, in between

Nonchalantly, he will walk by
Then disappear, in bushes, high

Maybe you’ll chance a stroll, go to him
Dare to be brave, go out on a limb

Fear not the company, of those spirits, light-hearted
For they guard the shelter, of the dearly departed

 

 

 

 

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