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Jelly Jars ~ #poetry #MarchWriting

12 Monday Mar 2018

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Oh my, all these jars of jelly
Too many flavors to choose

Sticky sweetness, in my belly
I better share some with my muse

She gets a bit emotional
When her sugar levels dip

Perhaps a nice PB and J
Would ease the fellowship

I’ll let her pick which one she wants
It’s better this way, I think

Or else she’ll get a bit flustered
And put up raucous stink

It’s not easy keeping her happy
Sometimes she drives me mad

So I’ll just shut her up, with sweets
And that, will make me glad!

 

 

March Writing Prompt:  Jelly Jars – Day 12/31

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Meander ~ #freeverse

11 Sunday Mar 2018

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Much like a winding forest path

I allow my mind to meander

To get lost in the quietude

And silently breathe in nature’s bliss

 

 

The Daily Post: Meander

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Daylight Savings ~ #poetry

11 Sunday Mar 2018

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Too easily, it slips on by
Just like that, it’s gone

Thinking I could get some sleep
Then suddenly, it’s dawn

It seems I’ve lost an hour
Just like that, it disappeared

One minute is was two AM
The next, it felt so weird

Sixty minutes passed me by
And all I did was blink

In my opinion, daylight savings
Does nothing more than stink!

 

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Into the Night ~ #poetry #MarchWriting

11 Sunday Mar 2018

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Waves churned and water crashed

A rowboat, on the ocean, thrashed

Skies were calmer, to the east

But to the west, there hailed a beast

Clouds of black had filled the sky

No chance for those aboard to try

To make it to land, safely ashore

Seems the boat, could take no more

Winds attacked, from every angle

In the storm, the timbers mangled

Caught, upon the choppy seas

The ocean tossed it, as it pleased

All that remained, was a beacon of light

That shined, ever brightly, into the night

 

 

March Writing Prompt:  Billowy Breezes – Day 11/31

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Misconstrued ~ #poetry

10 Saturday Mar 2018

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She dreamed, her visions, vivid, true

Lost in moments, oft misconstrued

Painting, she welcomed her own world

The images danced, as colors swirled

She knew not what she would dream next

Which always left her quite perplexed

No, it didn’t matter, she minded herself

Wistfully, they gathered dust on the shelf

Her visions, of days, now gone awry

She still continued, though not knowing why

 

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