No Way Back… #Poetry

 

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No Way Back

Time no longer passes in my world.

All is hollow, burned out

The wind howls its anger

No one sees me disappearing

Like torn paper in the wind.

A tree fallen with no one watching

That’s me.

I lie in salt-soaked sheets

Praying I will dissolve, leave this life.

I have heard all the clichés

How the past does not define you.

Choose your own path

Make your own luck.

It is all hot air, lip service

To help others feel they have

Played their part.

Poor Joe, he has lost his soul

To the bottle.

It will take a miracle to get him back

For some of us, there is no miracle

No way back…

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Strike…

 

 

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Strike

Magic comes in unexpected moments

Patiently waiting to blow your mind

With wonder, the beauty of lightning

Striking beside a rainbow

Two great luminaries appearing together

Was it planned by Nature, or magic?

waiting behind the scenes, giving pleasure

to those lucky enough to see it

The timing of such an event must be astronomical

I would place such a happening alongside

the seven wonders of the world

An unexpected gift from the Universe…

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#Writephoto ~ Clarity

Thursday photo prompt: Clarity #writephoto

 

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The fog has lifted

My eyes are open

I feel sand between my toes

Clear blue sea taking my footprints

A part of me washed away

As if I had never stood there.

Why had it taken so long for me

to see what was under my nose?

So much beauty

hidden by fogged up thinking

My mind illuminated

by the clarity of the moment

Seeing clearly is like feeling for the first time

Why was today different?

I believe it was the silence, the peace

The gentle lapping of water

Washing my fears away…

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Angel…

 

 

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Angel

She kissed my cheek

Whispered goodbye

Thinking I was sleeping

Her scent lay on my pillow

My heart knew that would be

The last time I feel her touch

I turned to watch her walk away

I had given her all I could

I had nothing left to hold her

My angel of the night…

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#Wordle ~ 412

 

Where is the rain when you need it?

We are still trying to grow

food for the seven nations

Listen to the rattle of the empty plate

As mother sits to tell her stories

Playing with a piece of string

Trying to make a change

Where the rain will not fall

There is no humility in starving…

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Star… #Poetry

 

 

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My shooting star

I kiss your fire as we ride the wild wind

Hold you close until the light fades

We fall from the stars into the desert sands

Where the wild rose blooms

Until we die to become the butterfly

I don’t want to be nothing without you…

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Spark…

 

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Spark

I am created by the will of the Gods

I live in the creases of your mind

The All spark, inspiration

That moment of knowing

you have hit the nail on the head

That eureka moment, déjà vu

Those strange unexplained moments of joy, magic

That sudden feeling that all you do is going right

Someone has cleared the road ahead, no potholes.

I am your constant companion

I live to serve, to create the thoughts you send my way

I am your personal genie…

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#Wordle 411… #Poetry

 

 

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It’s 2.02 pm.

I am driving past St. Bonneville

My home, my place of work

The gravestones shimmer under moonlight

Like broken teeth.

An illuminated grimace.

I felt my heart give an extra beat

An uncomfortable feeling of being watched.

I pulled the car into the rectory

Gravel spitting

I would need to change my clothes

Check the font for water before morning.

I heard the broken hall clock chime at 3pm

Making the night feel decidedly unholy

If it weren’t for the beat of my heart

The silence would whistle in my ear

The way your blood does late at night

on your pillow, pulsing, a reminder of life.

About to turn in, I hear the soft moan

A groan of someone in pain.

There is no sign of an intruder

I check outside among the gravestones

The air was still, not a leaf stirred

As if someone held me by my shirt tail

I stood staring, not expecting to find my name

written there among those broken teeth.

I made my way back inside

Ready to wash and lie down.

Looking into the bathroom mirror

With no reflection looking back

I realise I am the intruder…

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Colour Me… #Poetry

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Colour Me

My thoughts take on a different colour

Depending on the words or who is speaking

A child can come across as pink and fluffy

Other times crazy, like a kaleidoscope

Full of wonders, possibilities

Speak too fast and the colours spar

Like a fuse about to blow

Angry voices bring dark storm clouds

Across windswept seas, lightning flashing

Lovers whispering on a park bench

In purple twists of blue swirling patterns

Joined in harmony, floating like smoke on the wind

When they kiss, I see a river of lights?

A festival of love

Bird song, a touch of stardust laced with moon beams

I care not that people think me a loon

This is how I see my world…

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