26 Wednesday Sep 2018
Posted in My Photography, Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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25 Tuesday Sep 2018
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Tumultuous, the clouds as they sigh,
Gray, like days, they go drifting by
Black, as a moonless, starless night,
Water from my eyes, blurs my sight
Cascading down, perhaps in vain
Are they my tears or just the rain?
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25 Tuesday Sep 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Romantic Tuesday
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She rises from the waters
Her ethereal being flows
Billowing silken threads
Shadows in the throes
Of muddied liquid ripples
Chilled, against her skin
A soul, that’s buried far below
Her spirit, deep within
The sands of time, forever
She withstands, her body frail
Searching for the one she loves
Will she, at last, prevail?
She’ll rise again, tomorrow
In hopes, she’ll see him soon
Standing where she saw him last
Beneath the Harvest Moon
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25 Tuesday Sep 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, September Writing
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Drops of water fall
Echoing sweet vibrations
Lost in a rainstorm
September Writing Prompt – Sweet vibrations – Day 25/30
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24 Monday Sep 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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Oh, so quaint, how the days pass us by
Lingering thoughts, always asking why
They did the things they did back then
And how come we don’t do it again
Times were so simple, weren’t they?
Farmer’s worked their fields of hay
Ladies donned their full length dresses
Sewing seams, all to impress us
Family time, because there was no cable
Music playing, on an old turntable
Mama served dinner, with all of us there
Passing the plates, we knew how to share
Times when we welcomed the days ahead
And said our prayers before going to bed
Not like today, heads down, no human contact
Phones speak for us, we live in a world, abstract
Of life in the twenty first century, where
People smile at you, but they really don’t care
About what it is they are truly missing
Til they spend their days, simply, reminiscing
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Quaint
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