A Typical Place ~ #poetry

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Something was missing inside this house
Sometimes noisy, it was quiet as a mouse

Perhaps they had left, gone out to play
Maybe they waited for, yet, another day

Still, the silence droned loudly in the tiny room
No one at the table, nor granny with her broom

Everything is tidy, but no one comes to see
This is where you’d always find, one big family

But times have changed, the kids all grown
Granny’s gone to a different home

The house lays still, collecting dust
The fireplace andirons, have started to rust

Where once, pure laughter filled the air
There’s no one home, there’s no one there

They’ve all gone away, and found their own place
Once a house full of love, is now one empty place

 

The Daily Post: Typical

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Asleep ~ #haiku #RonovanWrites

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Twilight, on the lake

Nightfall sneaks in quietly

Nature falls asleep

 

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #191 Sneak&Night

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Down by the Old Mill ~ #poetry #MarchWriting

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A decrepit old coot she was not
Though her body parts told otherwise

Whenever she walked, she made a strange sound
So she wasn’t a big hit with the guys

No matter how hard she tried
They ignored poor Josephine, until

They found out the secret she hides
Kept in the old lumber mill

Sneaking in quietly, late one night
They made their way, through the dark

One lit a match to see where they were
But all he did, was create a huge spark!

The place went up like a bonfire
Seems they found ole Josey’s still

Now all there is, is a cranky old maid
Sitting on top, of what’s left, of the mill

 

March Writing Prompt:  Creaky Cranks – Day 5/31

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The Pearl of the Sea ~ #poetry

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The pearl of the sea, she trusts him
Yet, it’s only his hand she can see

Hesitant to let go of her gem
She waits for a sign, his plea

He does not want the opalescence
Only what she hides, in her shell

The maiden, is his only desire
And her heart begins to swell

Every man before him
Wanted only to reap the reward

Pearls, from the mermaid, who guards them
Leaving the lady, unexplored

But he finds the beauty, within her
Nacre holds nothing, compared

To the woman, who lives below the surf
His love for her now declared

 

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Fidgety Fiona ~ #poetry #MarchWriting

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There once was a fish named Fiona
Who loved to tease the men at sea

She would move in closely, grab the bait
Then suddenly, she would, break free

Fiona, you see, was quite a fidget
Didn’t like hanging around for long

She’d patiently wait for a nibble or two
Then leave them wondering where they went wrong

The poor fisherman didn’t see it
No matter how hard they gave it a try

Fiona would never let them get her
For the odds, she would surely defy

Until the day, there came another
A sly young bloke, on the shore

He baited the hook, Fiona grabbed it and shook
Now she no longer fidgets anymore

 

March Writing Prompt:  Fidgety Fiona – Day 4/31

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