10 Sunday Apr 2022
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Cry, fear not, though echo looms
Thunder, in the distance, booms
06 Tuesday Apr 2021
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Darkened room, no light to spare
She likes to sit alone and stare
Across the way, without a care
Her thoughts, indeed, do wander
No curtains hang on window panes
So many broken, let in the rain
And wash her reality down the drain
Reminiscing, moments squandered
Her hands, unsteady, though try she might
With cursed pens, no ink, spill white
As words, reflected, become quite trite
Why paper bleeds, she dare not ponder
Bending down to grasp the red
She finds her mind, uneasily shred
Is she now one, among the dead?
A thought, of which she grows fonder
April Writing Prompts – Cursed pens and bleeding paper
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22 Tuesday Oct 2019
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Sun sets and moon glows, over water
Sitting on the dock, alone, a daughter
Forgotten child, hides from the light
Pondering, what to do, this night
Ocean calms, a heart beats fast
She makes a decision, final, the last
He left her standing at the altar
Tears flowing, like a sea of salt
Her body sank, her legs did falter
Knowing, in her heart, it was her fault
Moon sets and sun glows bright
Morning, does quietly awaken
Left, an umbrella, no one in sight
For her, love is now, eternally forsaken…
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20 Thursday Dec 2018
Posted in December Writing, Poems, Poetry
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High upon the cliff, bottle of rum, in hand
He stood, staring down, into the open sea
Was this the day when he’d finally let go?
Or would he, once again, panic and flee?
He took one last chug, dropping the glass
Watching, as it crashed against the rocks
Shattering, into a million pieces, shards
Stepping back, of his life, he took stock
Still, he was taunted by the raging waters
Crashing against the cliffs, ferociously
No more booze, to calm his quaking nerves
At last, he jumped, plummeting, into the sea
Feeling icy waters caress him, as deeper, he let himself fall
Neath the ocean, is now the place he calls home
Tis what he really wanted, after all…
December Writing Prompt – He drank the last drop, then plummeted into the sea – Day 20/31
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06 Tuesday Nov 2018
Posted in free verse, November Writing, Poetry
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She let her memories escape, yesterday’s dreams
Broken pieces of her life, scattered, tattered
Pressed between the pages, sheltered only
By the pale ivory lace, of a faded parasol
This, her only regret, leaving this treasure
Far behind, knowing, it was the last connection
To a life, she no longer cherished, wilted petals
Pressed between pages, the broken pieces of her life
November Writing Prompt – Petals and parasols – Day 6/30
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