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Through Pages Turned – #poetry – #NaPoWriMo

05 Sunday Apr 2020

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But to take a step, to dream

To rise above, to the extreme

To far off lands, and unknown worlds

Where imagination becomes unfurled

A single page, an open book

You need do nothing more than look

Then read the words, escape the norm

Lose yourself, inside the storm

Of fantasies, through pages turned

To find the life, you’ve always yearned

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Hidden There – #Shadorma – #poetry – #NaPoWriMo

04 Saturday Apr 2020

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In secret

She whispers to her

Desires

Fantasies

Ones she keeps close to her heart

Hidden tightly there

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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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