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To the Moon and back – #poetry – #MarchWriting

31 Tuesday Mar 2020

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I hang my swing upon a star

Tie it tightly, so I shall not fall

Move my legs, back and forth

Gaining height, though I am small

Feel the winds across my face

As my body begins to swoon

The atmosphere captures me

I’m getting closer to the moon

Behind me hides the setting sun

Casting shadows across the Earth

As I look down upon my home

I wonder, “What’s it all worth?”

Maybe I’ll stay up here awhile

In the heavens, there’s nothing I lack

Perhaps one day, I will return to say

I’ve been to the moon and back

 

March 2020 Writing Prompts – To the moon and back

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Unreplenished Urges – #poetry – #MarchWriting

31 Sunday Mar 2019

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There will come a time, when

I venture outside these walls

This place I call my sanctuary

Where only I can hide away

And no one knows why

I am feeling low, except me

The urge is always there

But remains depleted

And I am empty in this shell

Locked away, in a cocoon

Like a caterpillar, trying

To break free, to fly away

Like a butterfly, in the breeze

Perhaps one day, I will go

Journey out into the unknown

Spread my wings, take flight

But for now, I will remain

Tucked away, safely

In my own little world

 

March Writing Prompts – Unreplenished urges – Day 31/31 – Wow, another month in the books. This one flew by much too quickly! On to April!!

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Suffocated in Sinopia – #poetry – #MarchWriting

30 Saturday Mar 2019

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The years haven’t been too kind
After hanging around for so long
I thought, I was feeble in mind
And losing my will to be strong

I was tugged on and hung from
Heights I was afraid to climb
I could even hear my heart thrum
Alas, I was running out of time

Left here, so many years ago
Forgotten times, I can’t complain
Can you, please, help me, though?
I’m a bit insecure, when in the rain

Day after day, it’s always the same
A life, once fulfilled, is now dystopia
But who exactly should I blame
For my being suffocated in sinopia

 

March Writing Prompts – Suffocated in sinopia – Day 30/31

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Partly Paisley – #poetry – #MarchWriting

29 Friday Mar 2019

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Everywhere she looked,
The design drove her crazy

Paisley this and paisley that,
Why, even on a daisy!

She had to figure out,
How to block it from her mind

Of course, she could toss it,
But that would be unkind

She knew he loved his paisley,
Though she didn’t, not a smidgeon

Enough was enough already,
These things had come unbidden

So gathering them together,
Took them to Good Will

But the folks all knew
Those things belonged to Bill

Back home she took them,
Seems it didn’t go as planned

Fell asleep, woke up the next day,
To discover on her hand

The design she abhorred, painted,
All the way up her arm

She yelled for him so loudly,
She set off the alarm!

Waiting for an explanation,
He looked at her, rather plainly

You were the only thing left,
That wasn’t partly paisley

 

March Writing Prompts – Partly paisley – Day 29/31

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The Widow’s Web – #poetry – #MarchWriting

28 Thursday Mar 2019

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She counts them equally, on both hands

Her strands of silken threads, surround

The widow, they call her, cross the land

She’ll wrap you up, until you are bound

Capturing men like flies, in her web

She seductively chooses, which one

Little by little, their life starts to ebb

Til they are through, her job, now done

Still, no one has been able to stop this

She keeps doing devilish deeds, yes sir

It happens so fast, without even a kiss

Sated, until her next meal does occur

 

March Writing Prompts – The widow’s web – Day 28/31

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