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The Hidden Marker – #100words – #JuneWriting

07 Friday Jun 2019

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Could it be that this was where the marker was hidden? There had to be rows of stones, and no possible way for me to find it, before sunset.

I had a task to complete, and complaining wasn’t going to get it done. I started, row by row, hoping a clue would lead me in the right direction. After several hours, I wasn’t any closer to finding it.

But wait! I saw a glint of what I thought might be it! Yes, I found it! My pink highlighter! Buried in the stones. I bet that brat, Reggie, threw it here.

 

Authors Note:  Michelle called me out on my first day’s proclamation of keeping the writing prompts to 100 words.  I don’t want her to do that again, so, here we are, back to 100 words.  Unless, of course, I have an enormous amount to say.  Then, no promises.

June Writing Prompt – Could it be that this was where the marker was hidden? – Day 7/30

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Camouflage ~ #poetry #RDP

31 Thursday Jan 2019

Posted by in Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt

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I like to hide myself, like the moon, camouflaged

Keeping the dark side, cloaked, from other’s sight

You think you’re seeing all of me, but I’m really a mirage

Disappearing, silently, into the darkness, of the night

 

Ragtag Daily Prompt – Camouflage

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Unrequited Love – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

29 Tuesday Jan 2019

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Where once was a door, is no longer there

Only bricks, and cracks, filled the space

I seem to remember, he, who lived here

Though I cannot, really, remember his face

Walking closer, I had to examine the wall

I really wished I weren’t so nearsighted

I, somehow, knew this wouldn’t be good

Then it hit me, twas a love, unrequited

In the blink of an eye, it had happened

The door that once was, had returned

He pulled me through, no way to go back

Tis what happens, when a lover is spurned

 

January Writing Prompt – Slipping between the seams, there was no turning back – Day 29/31

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#writephoto – Liza’s Despair – #poetry

20 Sunday Jan 2019

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She blends with glass, stained and downtrodden

Roaming the sacred halls, with those, misbegotten

The face so hopeless, sadly, no smile on her lips

She, a ghostly figure, marked, for eternal unbliss

Brick covered walls, will keep her safely inside

Painted on flowers, create a scene, she confides

In her imagination, lets it take flight, in this place

She wants only to stay, as she longs for embrace

Yet, roaming about, she leaves no trace behind

She keeps to herself, in the hopes, she can find

The one thing she misses, in this ungodly world

But, afraid to find it, keeps her heart, tightly furled

Til, alas, she gives up, and gives in, such a shame

This pretty young maiden, they don’t know her name

For none claim to see her, even though she is there

Seems they only feel coldness, surely, tis Liza’s despair

 

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Keeping Secrets – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

13 Sunday Jan 2019

Posted by in January Writing, Poetry

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Best to keep secrets, out of sight, under disguise

Sweep them far away from you, hide those nasty lies

In the belly of the broomstick, just let the dust collect

No one will find the answer, no one will ever suspect

Tidy up your space, so nobody dares to cause you grief

On to other chores, they’ve moved, what a sense of relief!

Until someone comes along, to sweep the dusty rug

And finds what’s hidden there, and all you do is shrug

Knowing that your precious secrets, were never truly kept

Underneath the carpet, where all your dirt was swept

 

January Writing Prompt – The answer rested quietly inside the belly of the broomstick – Day 13/31

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