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In a Class All Her Own – #poetry – #SeptemberWriting

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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Passing Hours – #poetry – #heartbreak

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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Shattered Pieces – #poetry – #God

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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Sadness ~ an #acrostic – #poetry

30 Sunday Aug 2020

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S adistic, toying with emotions

A nger settles in, for the night

D isbelief is not far behind

N eedless, self-deprecation in sight

E asing its way, borne of the dark

S unset, selfishly, brings about tears, I am

S ecretly drowning, in my own plight

 

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In Morning’s Glare – #poetry

24 Monday Aug 2020

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Even though my eyes are closed
I can see you lying next to me
Wasting away, lost in the night
I was too blind, I didn’t see

Pictures in my mind surface
Younger days without a care
Nothing could come between us
Oh, how I wish we were still there

A love that seemed so right
Called to us, the perfect pair
But that isn’t really how life goes
We had nothing left to share

The obvious, it always cursed us
Battles fought, each on a dare
Hatred gleamed in its subtle light
Reality blurred, in morning’s glare

 

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