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17 Sunday Apr 2022
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in25 Thursday Apr 2019
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Tiny bird
Nestles in snuggly
Perches high
On prickles
Weaving room enough for one
Contented alone
April Writing Prompts – Purposeful pinches – Day 25/30
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09 Thursday Aug 2018
Posted August Writing, Poems, Poetry
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Barbed and brittle, branches reach
Clawing their way, from the ground
Forgotten, against a wall of stone
No flowers will bloom, no life around
He left them to die, for no reason at all
The only feeling for him, now, is scorn
This human one, who cares not for them
For him, they have blossomed in thorns
August Writing Prompt – barbed brickles – Day 9/31
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13 Tuesday Feb 2018
Posted February Writing, Poems, Poetry
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It was the same routine every year. The hopelessness she felt always reared its ugly head the day before everyone was supposed to find their soulmate. She hated Valentine’s Day, though she wasn’t always this way. She remembered a time when red roses were her very favorite. Now, she preferred the thorns over the soft velvety petals. He had ruined it for her, made her feel less than perfect, and given her background, it was so easy to do, then vanished from her life, without a trace, just like all the others. That’s when she decided men weren’t worth the trouble.
Until that one day, when Mr. Perfect showed up at the office, with a big smile, chatting away with the receptionist. He caught her staring, smiled, causing her to blush and sit down in her chair. It felt like so long since she had a reaction like that, she didn’t know what to do. Looking up, he was standing there, still grinning. She licked her lips, then caught herself and cleared her throat. He was a smooth talker and eventually talked her into meeting for dinner on Wednesday night, both seemingly forgetting what day it was.
When the red roses arrived at her desk on Valentine’s Day, she purposely pricked her finger, watching the blood ooze. She licked the red liquid, savoring the flavor. Reading the card, she smiled. He would never know what he was in for. After all, red, was her favorite color.
February Writing Prompt: Desperate Obligations – Day 13/28
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02 Saturday Dec 2017
Posted December Writing, Poems, Poetry
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Lies the cruelest device
The stem of a rose
Has a thorn not so nice
But that’s nothing compared
To the plant of the thistle
One touch of a spike
Makes your skin start to bristle
Beware of their beauty
Exotic and raw
When you least expect it
It’s your blood that they draw
Writing Prompt – Thistles and Thorns – Day 2/31
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