01 Friday Dec 2017
Posted in December Writing, Poems, Poetry
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Woven like strings
Waiting to be heard
My thoughts come together
In the wake of a word
Visions, set apart,
From reality, seem
Ghostly, compared
To my last vivid dream
Still I continue
To weave when I write
Those thoughts that awaken
Within me, at night
Writing Prompt – Weaving Words – Day 1/31
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01 Friday Dec 2017
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The rustle of dried up leaves
No welcome sound to ancient ears
Another season comes to an end
Autumn’s gone, as winter nears
How he hates the cold, dark days
When the wind whips through his bones
How he longs for summertime
When warmth is offered, as his home
Cardboard walls, no privacy
Kicked about by strangers feet
Unaware, that he lives there
To them it’s just another street
On days where he can stand the cold
He sits, bundled in a threadbare coat
Hoping they’ll notice how hungry he is
Carefully reading his scribbled note
Most will only smile, in dismay
Not really knowing what they fear
And he sits on the sidewalk, outside his box
As his darkness draws another tear
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30 Thursday Nov 2017
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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I missed Day 9 of Michelle’s prompts, so I’m sneaking it in now, before November bids adieu 😉
Drops of morning dew
Lingering, like beads of sweat
Quench our life’s petals
Writing Prompt – Beads of Sweat – Day 9/30
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30 Thursday Nov 2017
Posted in Poems, Poetry, Throw Back Thursday #TBT
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Dry, like a desert’s swirling sand
Blowing across the cracking land
Masked behind the grains, a curtain
Of words, no longer am I certain
Finding no inner deep reward
I rattle, like a dried out gourd
Slipping into imagery
People only I can see
Lost among the dunes piled high
Reflecting on a life gone by
Forever, I wander, to find my way
Visions, thoughts, begin to fray
Into ragged pieces left behind
Cords that can no longer bind
Search again to find the verse
That rids me of this author’s curse
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30 Thursday Nov 2017
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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She comes calling in the middle of night
A ghostly figure, the witch of the light
She appears in the state room, there, alone
All that is heard is the sound of her moan
She’s no spirit of comfort, oh no, not she
Only there for herself, a lost memory
Long forgotten, the time passes by
Still she remains, though no one knows why
Perhaps she is looking for one who is true
Perhaps she is looking, for someone like you
Beware if you see her, run if you can
She’s sure to grab you, or any old man
Hear the sound of her broom, swept on the floor?
Now is the time, to run for the door
Haunting the home, she kept long ago
All she has left, is her eerie shadow
One that will hide, in bedknobs, with delight
Patiently waiting, to whet her appetite
Writing Prompt – Bedknobs and Broomsticks – Day 30/30
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