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06 Wednesday Apr 2022
Posted #NaPoWriMo, Poetry
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06 Tuesday Apr 2021
Posted #NaPoWriMo, April Writing, dark poetry, Poetry
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Darkened room, no light to spare
She likes to sit alone and stare
Across the way, without a care
Her thoughts, indeed, do wander
No curtains hang on window panes
So many broken, let in the rain
And wash her reality down the drain
Reminiscing, moments squandered
Her hands, unsteady, though try she might
With cursed pens, no ink, spill white
As words, reflected, become quite trite
Why paper bleeds, she dare not ponder
Bending down to grasp the red
She finds her mind, uneasily shred
Is she now one, among the dead?
A thought, of which she grows fonder
April Writing Prompts – Cursed pens and bleeding paper
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06 Monday Apr 2020
Posted #NaPoWriMo, Butterfly Cinquain, Poetry
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Feathered in white
Discounts one dressed in black
Who blends with ebony bridges
Alas
Breathing in the lasting moment
Perfumed with lilac scent
Ultimate peace
Repose
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06 Friday Apr 2018
Posted #NaPoWriMo, Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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He awakens to her mystique
He feels her heartbeat, thrumming
His eyes wide, wings spread, so sleek
He can hear her chanting, intone
Knows it is he, she beckons to her
She sits patiently, waiting, alone
His growl, now a low, rumbling purr
With the dragon sword, she shares fire
As she looks to the gods, high above
He moves closer, to quench his desire
She remains, expecting her one true love
Unafraid, she knows he approaches
She‘ll seduce him, with beguiling wiles
As the nighttime sky now encroaches
And the dragon, so deviously, smiles
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06 Wednesday Apr 2016
Posted #NaPoWriMo, Haiku, Poems, Poetry
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Breathlessly floats on the breeze
Carrying secrets
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