18 Saturday Nov 2017
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Life, an aging tree
Adding branches as we grow
Renewing again
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18 Saturday Nov 2017
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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Even when she cleaned the house
She always dressed her best
Can’t answer the door to neighbors
Looking like anything less
She donned her favorite red
Black pumps completed the look
Vacuuming, here and there
Getting every cranny and nook
She dressed to impress, no doubt
A woman with savoir-faire
If the others talked about her style
She never really cared
Maybe she needed someone else
But there never was a trace
Perhaps one day he’d come along
And help around the place
So meticulous, in all she did
Never leaving anything to chance
She continued with the vacuuming
In the hopes she’d suck up romance
Writing Prompt – Fastidious Matters – Day 18/30
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17 Friday Nov 2017
Posted in free verse, Poems, Poetry
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I hear the howling
A sound, growing
Piercing, window panes
The glass, shivering
And night closing in
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17 Friday Nov 2017
Posted in November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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I am, forever, a stargazer
A watcher of the night
The stars become my lantern
In the darkness, they’re my light
But there is one who shines
In the sky, such sheer delight
A mighty huntsman, sword in hand
Oh, what a glorious sight
Orion, among the heavens
His distinctive glow in the sky
A belt that shimmers brightly
Three kings, all seated high
Let him guide your journey
You can feel his woeful plight
But mind the tail of Scorpio
Lest you, too, feel his bite
Writing Prompt – Orion’s Belt – Day 17/30
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17 Friday Nov 2017
Posted in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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She glides along the bridal path
Through the forest, to the altar
Where she meets, her mate to be
Knowing, she cannot falter
A she-wolf dressed in satin
She is everything he needs
As darkness grows around them
They recite the lover’s creed
“Let no human come between us
We are one with the forest hounds
We pledge ourselves, undying love
As we stand on these earthen grounds”
He shines with pride, beside her
No others dare to encroach
Upon a lobo and his chosen one
Both now beyond reproach
As sunlight fades behind them
For her, there’s no turning back
She has given him her life blood
He has given her his pack
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