Thursday photo prompt: Returning #writephoto
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a solitary figure on a rocky ledge, holding a staff and silhouetted against a pale sky.
I stand still under dusky twilight sky
That in-between moment
The breeze is soft, slow
There is magic in the air.
I feel the rocks beneath my boots
I cannot remember how long I have been walking.
I have lost track of the part or me that made me tick.
This walk, I hope,
will help me find the part that we call life, hope.
This will not be my last journey.
As I wander, I talk to myself.
It helps to smooth the sharp edges of my mind.
It prevents me from disappearing.
I wonder where she is now, my better half.
She has left footprints across each heart she touched.
A badge of friendship that time cannot erase.
When death comes softly, hold up your hand
against the moisture it leaves on the air
Let it not touch your lips to speak of ill begotten fate.
Life is a giant puzzle, some pieces slip away
Yet the beauty of time spent together remains…
© Anita Dawes 2021
Well, that one caught me unawares and took my breath away. That describes perfectly how it feels.
Hugs..
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Anita has the knack of putting her finger on the button…
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This has left me with tears streaming, Anita. ❤
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Anita says sorry, that was not her intention…
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Beauty often brings tears 🙂
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Yes, it does…
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Oh my, Anita. I needed tissues for this one. So stunningly beautiful. You touched my heart.
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It would seem the pen had a little magic that day… Anita said that it had to be special…
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One of her most beautiful poems. ❤
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Thank you!
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