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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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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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Homebody – #poetry while #stuckathome

31 Tuesday Mar 2020

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A night on the town

Oh, no, not for me

I’d rather stay in

Catch a flick on TV

Kick off my shoes

Recline in my chair

No make-up at all

Nor care for my hair

Grab a bag of chips

Munch til I’m content

Next, find the ice cream

On this, I’m hell bent

 

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