30 Friday Nov 2018
Posted in Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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I wake to frosted windows, shimmering in the sun
I used to love the arctic air, as a child, I’d play & run
Winter’s breath is upon me, how I shiver in the cold
Seems I can no longer handle it, I must be getting old
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Frost
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21 Wednesday Nov 2018
Posted in November Writing, Poetry
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She recalls the past, so very clearly
Dates and times on which they’d occur
Memories are all she has, kept close
But this day, with me, is simply a blur
She laughs, about times, of long ago
Recalls moments, when life was hard
Until reality greets her, once again
And quickly, she puts up her guard
Refusing to let go, of all she holds dear
Oh, how she wants these moments to last
But I watch, as the days slip by, quicker now
As she stares, out the windows, of the past
November Writing Prompt – Windows to the past – Day 21/30
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16 Monday Oct 2017
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They were right on the tip of her tongue
Things she needed to say to him
Perhaps she left them, where they were young
Back in the days when life was a whim
She’s different now, not so perfect
She wonders how it might have been
If he had looked beyond the face
To find the beauty that lied within
The years have passed, and she’s grown old
He’s been gone now, quite some time
How sad the bitter memories remain
Of a girl, now past her prime
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29 Friday Sep 2017
Posted in Fiction, Poems, Poetry, September Writing
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It was her daily routine, dawn til dusk
She sat by the window, searching
Hidden behind the slatted blinds
She looked, hoping he would be lurking
Day after day, she sat there
No one came calling for her
Night after night, same as the day
Eventually, it became just a blur
You can see where the blinds remain parted
There, her fingers kept them pushed apart
Though she no longer sits by the window
She remains hidden, alone, with an empty heart
Writing Prompt: Between the Lines – Day 29/30
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01 Wednesday Mar 2017
Posted in Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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