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Jewels of Nature ~ #poetry #RDP

19 Monday Nov 2018

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Sometimes I lie awake at night
Wondering what tomorrow brings
Silver linings in the clouds
Sunrise made of golden rings

Trees that glisten emerald
Like gems against the sky
Flora dressed in sapphire and ruby
So much grace before my eyes

Silent waters crystal shine
Reflecting off the land
Prismatic shadows dance about
Their colors softly fanned

These beautiful adornments
No bracelet, brooch nor ring
Can ever match the splendor
Mother Nature always brings

Cast your eyes on these stones
Their brilliance sparks a flame
No price is put upon these jewels
Their cost, too grand to name

 

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Jewel

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Next ~ #Haiku #RonovanWrites

19 Monday Nov 2018

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Our future must be

For the next generation

To find hope beyond

 

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #228 Future&Hope

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Silver Sage – #NovemberWriting #Cinquain

19 Monday Nov 2018

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A staff

Held in his hand

Captured from mere mortals

Proves otherworldly for a sage

Controls

 

November Writing Prompt – Silver Sage – Day 19/30

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Tryst ~ #poetry #FOWC

18 Sunday Nov 2018

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Never waste a moment, lest your garden be remiss

Cultivate it full of hope, and don’t forget the weeds

A human rendezvous, each blossom and you, a tryst

Standing back, watching it grow, simply from a seed

 

FOWC with Fandango — Tryst

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Plastered Petticoats – #NovemberWriting #poetry

18 Sunday Nov 2018

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She never liked the sound, twas always a nagging rustle

When she wore her longest skirt, over that annoying bustle

Wanting more freedom, from those cumbersome togs

She threw on her mini skirt, the kind in those catalogues

All the other women, looked at her, oh! Quite distraught

Melanie paid no mind, never giving it a second thought

In fact she found them amusing, all she could do was gloat

Knowing they’d never be happy, in those plastered petticoats

 

November Writing Prompt – Plastered petticoats – Day 18/30

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