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Devil’s Delight – #OctoberWriting #OctPoWriMo #poetry

18 Thursday Oct 2018

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He lays out the mask, pitchfork and a rose
His plans for the night? Only he knows
What he has hiding, up his sleeve
Such devilish deeds, he does conceive

She comes through the door, tired and weary
The scene on the bed, makes it quite eerie
Afraid to get closer, she gasps, backs away
He’s standing behind her, ready to play

Whispered seduction, his breath on her face
Desirous thoughts, as their bodies embrace
Warming to him, she gives in for the night
Unveiling the secrets, of the Devil’s delight

 

October Writing Prompt – Devil’s Delight – Day 18/31
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Wordless Wednesday ~ Rose Buds – #macro #photography

11 Wednesday Jul 2018

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Scroll down to see this beautiful flower blossoming  🙂

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A Rose like No Other ~ #poetry

05 Saturday May 2018

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Surrounded by the mighty firs
Cloaked in gossamer mists

A flower stands, the reddest rose
Waiting for his love, her kiss

She sits and watches quietly
Captivated by its desire to live

Among the barren land, where she
Is more than willing to forgive

This rose, perhaps her long lost love
Though she continues to just admire

Unsure if she should even touch
As her heart fills with desire

She reaches for the stem, so green
Unaware of the sharpest thorn

As blood trickles from her fingertip
She remembers why, with scorn

 

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Time Blossomed ~ #poetry #AprilWriting

06 Friday Apr 2018

Posted by in April Writing, Poems, Poetry

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Her photograph, faded, sepia tones

A rose, shriveled, now brittle and dry

Memories of her many loving ways

Made it harder to say goodbye

Time goes by much too quickly

In a blink of an eye, she was gone

Always the blossom, in my garden of life

Now the flowers are wilted and drawn

To have her plant just one more seed

I’d give anything, to let her know

That she is the reason I am me

From her love I’ve continued to grow

 

In loving memory of my grandmother, Nana Rose (June 1973) I love you  and miss you more each day.   ❤

April Writing Prompt:  Time blossomed then shriveled – Day 6/30

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