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Into the Void – #poetry – #NaPoWriMo

03 Friday Apr 2020

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Oh, to lie, on silken sand
To watch your body, ever tanned
Drown my sorrows, at your command
I sink, slowly, into the void.

A fiery heart, to you I’m drawn
The light that shines, erases dawn
Though awake, sleepily, I yawn
Your wiles have been deployed.

Set the night, on full display
Darkness washes day away
You’ve captured me, so I stay
My will has been destroyed.

You toy with emotions, only mine
While in the sand, you draw the line
Dare me to cross your great divine
Tis this night I have fully enjoyed.

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The Challenge – #poetry – #NaPoWriMo

02 Thursday Apr 2020

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A rumble comes from deep within
This is the start, it shall begin
A challenge, unknown, will I win?
I brush it off, forgotten

Until the beast does comes alive
I pray, this demon, I’ll survive
But in my body, it does thrive
Its will is born, begotten

A battlefield, my body owns
With each movement, creaks and groans
Surviving, yet these aging bones
Have trouble standing tall

I grab my shield, my mighty sword
Victory shall be my reward
Up to the top, I move toward
I refuse to let me fall

 

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The Simple Tasks – #poetry of #aging – #NaPoWriMo

01 Wednesday Apr 2020

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She forgets the simple tasks
Ones performed most every day
Hiding cautiously, behind a mask
Knows, sometimes, life can be this way

Asks the same questions over
Then remembers, she already did
Confusion covers ground, like clover
As the memories start to skid

What’s today, she wonders aloud
The hours fly by, without worry
Afraid to ask, for she is too proud
Yet this time is becoming more blurry

A simple sigh, is all she can speak
Though her words are clear and concise
Aging, becoming fragile and weak
Growing old, she’s paying the price

 

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Her Name was Elle – #NaPoWriMo – #AprilWriting – #poetry

30 Tuesday Apr 2019

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A candle lit by the window, burned

She stood there, in contemplation

In the only place, she knew so well

Locked away, she was seeking salvation

From those, who chastised, for naught

She fought hard in the very beginning

Alas, she dared not fight them anymore

There was never a chance of her winning

Where she remained, alone, in her beauty

Kept inside, what they called, a living hell

Most had forgotten why she was there

But, she’d never let them forget, her name was Elle

 

April Writing Prompts – Her name was Elle – Day 30/30 – Hard to believe another month is gone, not only for Michelle’s prompts, but this is also the end of National Poetry Month.  Here’s to looking ahead!!

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With a Whoosh – #NaPoWriMo – #AprilWriting – #poetry

29 Monday Apr 2019

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They dared me to do, so, I couldn’t say no
It was off to the airplane, my parachute in tow
As well as my fly mate, his name was Joe
Who said we could jump when the pilot said go!

I was ready, just waiting, to fall from the sky
Just me in the air, and oh, yeah, the other guy
Who told me it is fun, it’s really cool to fly
Not what I thought, as my wife waved goodbye

Did she know something, and wasn’t telling?
Oh Lord, what on Earth, is that awful yelling?!
It’s me, I’m screaming, it’s air I’m expelling
As for dear Joe, I hope it’s not smelling…

When I finally calmed myself, I tried not to frown
Things were far below me, I think there’s a town
I wonder if my family will now think me renown
Dressed in this outfit, falling, all the way down

The land was coming closer, what’s he waiting for?
Pull the string! Hey Joe! I no longer wish to soar
It’s too early for me to be knocking on Heaven’s door
With a whoosh, parachute up, I smiled, once more?

 

April Writing Prompts – Dynamics of destined duos – Day 29/30

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