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No Other Choice ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

11 Tuesday Dec 2018

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Light, cast on the wooden bridge
Uneasy feelings, about to deprive
She, was in a hurry to cross over
He, merely wanted to stay alive

She called to him, to join her
He turned away, afraid to face
The destiny that surely awaited
That put them, there, in that place

She waited for him to answer
Only guttural sounds, from his voice
Hoping he’d turn back toward her
Knowing he had no other choice

The door to death, in front of them
The spirits came to collect, but who?
Lights swirled, merrily, only around him
The Fates come…

…and there’s nothing you can do.

 

December Writing Prompt – Destiny awaited, they had no other choice – Day 11/31

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As the Music Faded Away ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

10 Monday Dec 2018

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The melody kept playing with her mind

Bringing tears to her porcelain face

A memory, of a man, who once was so kind

Now he was, simply, her only disgrace

Warned by so many, to keep up her guard

She ignored them, said they were wrong

Soon to find out, life really was so hard

And he left her, with nothing but a song

Each night, she dressed, in the mirror, wept

Seems for her, it was the same, every day

Tis what happens, when you lack self-respect

And with time, the music faded away

 

December Writing Prompt – She dressed, then wept as the music faded away – Day 10/31

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When the Moon Explodes ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

09 Sunday Dec 2018

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Colors flashed, hypnotic lights

A billions stars, took off, in flight

Waves of white, across the pitch

Soon, to find their perfect niche

A place among the darkened sky

Between, as satellites floated by

A galaxy, new, is now bestowed

Tis what happens…

…when the moon explodes

 

December Writing Prompt – And as the moon exploded – Day 9/31

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Consumed ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

08 Saturday Dec 2018

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He stood as still, as the dark night above him
In the distance, he saw her standing there
An apparition, she, who once loved him
Consumed by fear, all he could do was stare

His heart, racing, sweat pouring from his face
Watching her floating, weightlessly, in air
Wondering why she came back to this place
But his eyes, away from her, he couldn’t tear

Not thinking what could happen, he walks
She backs away, slowly, in silent despair
Begging her to speak, but she couldn’t talk
Knowing this now, he begins to declare

His sins, the reasons, she is no longer alive
He seeks forgiveness, from his once maiden fair
But she turns away, for she can never revive
The man who created his own nightmare

 

December Writing Prompt – Consumed by fear, he stood as still as the dark night above him – Day 8/31

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Frayed and Worn ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting

07 Friday Dec 2018

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Would you have a moment
To help me with my wares
Won’t you stop, lend a hand
And show me that you care

I cannot seem to get a job
For my dress is frayed and worn
I think I understand just why
You look at me with scorn

You think that I am lazy
You couldn’t be more wrong
I may look like a ragged mess
But my will, is ever strong

It is not my choice to live here
Like this, each and every day
Do you really understand
Why I am this way

I have been forgotten
So I live here on the street
Please won’t you help me
Find some shoes, for my bare feet

 

Author’s Note: As the winter months approach, please, if you have an extra pair of gloves, or a scarf, and you see someone in need, consider an act of kindness, knowing it may never be repaid.

December Writing Prompt – Two halves of dress, frayed and worn – Day 7/31

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