24 Thursday Sep 2020
Posted in Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge, Haiku, Poetry
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Golden droplets glow
Shimmering ever softly
In the pitch of night
COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 196, #THEMEPROMPT
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17 Thursday Sep 2020
Posted in Poetry, September Writing
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Fingers crawling, cross the sky
Grasping shadows, as they fly
Without care, they go awry
In the darkness, lights, adorning
When at last, the dawn of day
Awakens where it longs to play
It’s decided, it cannot stay
Gone quickly, before morning
Yet, to return, and start anew
Fingers twisted, turned, askew
And we know not what to do
Its evil deeds, suborning
Alas, the storm, is surely we
And we watch, but never see
What has become, of you, and me
Best to heed its warning
September Writing Prompt – #25 When the storm is raging
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14 Monday Sep 2020
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By the look on her face, in this empty space
Feelings of sorrow must fill this place
No one around, on this hardened ground
Echoing footsteps, nary making a sound
What was once here, no longer clear
She watched how easily, it could disappear
Held on til the end, body broke, didn’t bend
Perhaps it is better to merely pretend
But joy did fade, when it should have stayed
Mind games, something they always played
Gone, is the time, remembered, sublime
Knocked down, sadly, before her prime
Unable to stand, not what she had planned
Longing for the life, she once held so grand
Photos on the wall, surely tell it all
Faded, with memories, her rise to her fall
In a class all her own, no history sown
Worthless, dejected, left there alone
Ballerina dance! Pointed toes, pure romance
Heartbroken, never given the chance…
September Writing Prompt – #22 In a class all her own
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10 Thursday Sep 2020
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Hard to believe you’re gone three months already….miss you more every day. Love you, Mom ❤ …til we see each other again.
Passing the hours, thinking
How could this be?
So much left to do, yet
You’re not here with me.
Life is a funny thing, really
It catches you off guard
But you find, you can’t laugh
Why is it, life’s so hard?
Days all muddled together
Feels like I’m stuck in a hole
Shoveling dirt out of my brain
Is beginning to take its toll
It’s not too long til I’m 60
Though I find no reason to celebrate
The days just aren’t the same
Since you left, on that June date
But you would tell me otherwise
Life is worth living, you’d say
Try as I might, the sorrow is real
And tomorrow, just another day
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06 Sunday Sep 2020
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Shards of crystal prisms fly
Broken pieces, its time to die
Left, an empty shell, I cry
Impossible to put back together
Trying to do too many things
Mind elsewhere, disaster brings
Oh, how I wish that I had wings
To escape this stormy weather
Funny, how life keeps its pace
As tears still stain this aging face
I pray to God for saving grace
Please, free me from this tether
Let me float among the clouds
Spread my wings, and cry aloud
My voice, be heard, no longer shroud
My heart, soars, light as a feather
For He does take my feeble hand
Grasps it tightly, a feeling, grand
“Know now, this is what I’ve planned
Fear not, child, the days will get better.”
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