Friday Fantasy ~ Things that Go Bump – #poetry of #spirits

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Lying in bed, eyes starting to close

Something bumped into me, so much for the doze

Yet nobody’s here, in this dark little space

Just shadows in corners, I’m still, just in case

I’m really not in here, alone, by myself

Nothing is moving, but the clock on the shelf

I figure it’s my imagination, gone wild, once again

So I close my eyes slowly, and exhale from within

Wait, something’s not right, as the fan starts to whir

Looking around, I can see someone stir

Blowing about on the wisp of a breeze

Moving in circles, gyrating, I freeze

I open my mouth, and scream, quite out loud

Discerning, this vision, of the unearthly crowd

 

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#TBT ~ Sleep – #poetry

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fantasy-1819044_960_720Sleep to forget
All that is, to remember

Lose yourself in a world
Of clouds and sunshine
Of stars and moon glow
Of faraway and here

Sleep
It escapes you
And finds you
At ill-chosen times

Sleep to remember
All that is, to forget

 

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Footsteps ~ #DailyHaikuChallenge #poetry

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Seek your higher ground

Leaving trails where none have gone

With just your footsteps

 

Should you like to participate in the challenge, simply link back to Morgan’s first post found HERE

Day 94/365

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Hidden Shadows – #poetry of the #groundhogs

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Will they see their shadow
Or will the sun remain at bay
Will there be an early spring
Or will the groundhogs run away?

Punxsutawney’s waiting
Staten Island’s waiting, too
Phil and Chuck are scheming
About what they should do

For if they see their shadows
They’ll run back into their burrow
Six more weeks of winter comes
Thanks to these furry fellows

But wait! It doesn’t matter
If their shadows show or not
It’s six more weeks of winter
No matter how you stir the pot

We could have an early spring
That would be quite nice
But if the cold continues
We’ll be frozen, just like ice

Let’s hope the sun stays hidden
So they come out to play
And we can clap and cheer like fools
On this second February day

 

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Wordless Wednesday ~ Togetherness

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