01 Friday Dec 2017
Posted in December Writing, Poems, Poetry
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Woven like strings
Waiting to be heard
My thoughts come together
In the wake of a word
Visions, set apart,
From reality, seem
Ghostly, compared
To my last vivid dream
Still I continue
To weave when I write
Those thoughts that awaken
Within me, at night
Writing Prompt – Weaving Words – Day 1/31
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01 Friday Dec 2017
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The rustle of dried up leaves
No welcome sound to ancient ears
Another season comes to an end
Autumn’s gone, as winter nears
How he hates the cold, dark days
When the wind whips through his bones
How he longs for summertime
When warmth is offered, as his home
Cardboard walls, no privacy
Kicked about by strangers feet
Unaware, that he lives there
To them it’s just another street
On days where he can stand the cold
He sits, bundled in a threadbare coat
Hoping they’ll notice how hungry he is
Carefully reading his scribbled note
Most will only smile, in dismay
Not really knowing what they fear
And he sits on the sidewalk, outside his box
As his darkness draws another tear
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30 Thursday Nov 2017
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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I missed Day 9 of Michelle’s prompts, so I’m sneaking it in now, before November bids adieu 😉
Drops of morning dew
Lingering, like beads of sweat
Quench our life’s petals
Writing Prompt – Beads of Sweat – Day 9/30
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30 Thursday Nov 2017
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Throw Back Thursday #TBT
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Dry, like a desert’s swirling sand
Blowing across the cracking land
Masked behind the grains, a curtain
Of words, no longer am I certain
Finding no inner deep reward
I rattle, like a dried out gourd
Slipping into imagery
People only I can see
Lost among the dunes piled high
Reflecting on a life gone by
Forever, I wander, to find my way
Visions, thoughts, begin to fray
Into ragged pieces left behind
Cords that can no longer bind
Search again to find the verse
That rids me of this author’s curse
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29 Wednesday Nov 2017
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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I can’t seem to finish this puzzle
The blue of the sky has me bored
I guess I give up too quickly
Cause back in the box, it gets stored
There must be a way to get through this
Wait! Some of the pieces don’t fit?
How could I totally screw this up?
Blue is blue, isn’t it?
I sigh in frustration, or boredom
Not quite sure what it is that I feel
I need a new hobby to entertain me
Something with color, that’s real
Leaving my ennui behind me
I journey out to the place I adore
Forgetting about silly old puzzles
When my Earth gives me so much more
Writing Prompt – The Art of Boredom – Day 29/30
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