09 Saturday Apr 2022
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Haiku, Poetry
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Mesmerized below
Earth watches the night light shine
As one with the day
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21 Thursday Oct 2021
10 Saturday Apr 2021
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Fire sizzles against waters, vast
A mere reflection of the past
Day goes by, again, returns
Still the fire, there, does burn
***
Sleep now, in the evening glow
This final resting place, you go
So sad we can’t forever stay
Why must it always be this way?
***
When time reminds us, day is done
And with the earth, we become one
Much like the fire that leaves the sky
We will, at last, need say goodbye
Author’s Note: I wrote this poem with a heavy heart. There has been so much sadness this past year or so, and still, it continues. My heart goes out to all who lost loved ones… ❤
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26 Monday Oct 2020
Posted in free verse, Poetry
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Seven days, I blinked
They disappeared
Like the mist of morn
In the cool of autumn
Time collapsed, elapsed
Why is it I missed it?
Was there something,
Something I needed to do?
Forgotten, buried deep
In the folds of my thoughts
Blanked out by the night
As I drift, awake
Falling, into the abyss
Perhaps, perchance
To find what it was
That lingered within
Then suddenly left
Never to return…
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28 Monday Oct 2019
Posted in My Thoughts, Poems, Poetry
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With each flickering flame, my years unfold
Tapering down, leaving days of untold
Dripping memories, of past events
Happier times, still I’m not quite content
Candelabra in hand, a welcoming light
The fire, still burning, with no end in sight
Celebrating the day, reaching for more
Wondering what this life has in store
As closer to Halloween, comes the time
Knowing I still haven’t yet reached my prime
So, I’ll blow out the candles, let the wax seal my fate
On this day in October, 2019, twenty-eight
In case you haven’t figured it out, today is my birthday. I originally posted this three years ago and have amended it to reflect this years date. I’m off for the day! See you tomorrow ❤
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