Colleen’sWeekly #Poetry Challenge

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 140 #SynonymsOnly

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Black

Lightning

Hides behind

Murky misty

Dark storm clouds growing

Hiding like an evil twin

A powerful force throwing

Anti-matter out into space

A black shroud put the world in mourning

Clouds bubbled boiled caught in a cauldron

Bright luminous skies return new-born days

Kissed by mornings long shining fingers

Hope carried in by sweet birds’ song

ideas grow from summer sun

written under blue skies

red sails on clear seas

gold days that last

friends that stay

through days

past

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Life… #Poetry

 

 

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Life

One by one my days grow old.

Their faded edges curl

Like an old discarded paperback.

Words fall like scrambled eggs

From the pages

Their meaning lost in dust

Would that I could rewrite one day

The first time you looked at me

When I knew love

to be more than a fairy tale

A lifetime cannot be called back

Nor can it be captured in another’s eyes

There is but one true love

I will be with you soon

To sing of us under new dancing stars…

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Waiting…

 

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Waiting

I sit in my office waiting for inspiration

Listening to my computer breathing

The keyboard itching for my fingertips

To find the right words, knit something together

That would pass muster and hopefully

someone might want to read…

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Keys…

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Keys

Old keys tell of forgotten keyholes

Their intricate beauty beguiling

Speaking of secrets yet to be found

I have one such small key

Matching keyhole found in my mother’s old cottage

It gave me the name of my missing father

Would that I could find him

The stories, the secrets he could tell

To fill the empty spaces in my mind

Where he should be…

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#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community

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99 words, no more, no less. It’s a simple constraint, an easy-to-master literary art form, and a powerful writing tool for creatives and entrepreneurs. Writers calibrate the usefulness and beauty of 99-words through weekly flash fiction challenges.

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Dark Places

Our universe has an evil twin

That’s where I live,

walking through black molasses

With the past present and future

Stuck in the same place

My life has been overlaid

by the juice of a poisonous apple

There are times when I believe

I am living on the dark side of the moon

Where the unknown waits

Taking time before devouring my soul

Sleeping dreaming, it is all the same

Nothing changes in the dark spaces of my mind

There are black holes

where my other six souls try to live

I pray for just one to be reborn…

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#Writephoto ~ Within #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Within #writephoto

 

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Different Eyes

Although I am sitting safe inside

the hollow space of an ancient dolman

The land outside with its long hill

Scattered rocks, could be an alien landscape

Here I could meet new souls

Expand my mind with knowledge

yet unknown to those of us on earth

Teach me how to save this beautiful blue planet

The ancient dolman whispered its own secrets

As I sat in silence with my companion

Waiting for the stars to appear

I had no words as I held my breath

I was looking at a dark blanket

Of diamond sparkling stars

More than I had seen before

My heart could hold no more of the wonder

Without letting my tears fall

How can the massive destruction above our heads

Be clever enough to leave us the beauty of such violence

I care not, so long as I can look upon this moment in time

I felt pleased with myself for deciding to stay so long

To see the outer edge of the milky way

Our home…

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You are mine… #Poetry

 

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You are mine

I lay hidden in the long grass, watching

Her dress slid from her shoulders

Her milk white skin drawing me in

Slowly, she walked into the cool water

Sun glistening diamonds played

around the water’s surface

Her long black hair floated free, like seaweed

As she disappeared beneath the surface

Venus, vanished for a second

I held my breath, waiting for her to rise

To bless my eyes with her beauty

My mind telling me I should leave

This was her private moment

I couldn’t move,

she had been under too long

I needed to rescue her

Diving in I found nothing

Sliding beneath the water once more

Seeing little,

I felt a hand pull me further under

The water growing darker

Yet I could see her clearly

Her voice inside my head

“I knew you would come

Your soul is mine, as it has been

Throughout time.

We cannot live apart

We will surface as one…”

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The Tower… #Poetry

 

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The Tower

As I climbed the spiral staircase

I blessed myself, letting the Amen

Slipped loudly from my throat

This now deserted tower

Belonged to the Abbey of St Bede

The freshness of the air felt pleasing

After the hot sun outside

The concrete steps worn

from many years of use

The bell no longer rings

Vanished years ago,

yet the secret remains

Yet, no one has managed

to decipher the markings on the wall

Save for one word, treasure.

That’s why I am here. I need to find it

As I reached the last steps

I could smell the salt sea air

From the top, the view could

soften the hardest heart

I took the snapshots I needed

Light was fading as I descended the stairs

I noticed a small silver coin

That I was sure could not have been here

On my climb to the top.

Who had been behind me?

Picking up the coin of undetermined origin

Pocketing it, I continued downwards

After a few moments the coin

Began to feel hot against my thigh

Could it be the treasure spoken of?

Before I could find out

I fell from the last six steps

Blackness took my mind elsewhere

Before I disappeared from this world completely

I wondered if the Templar treasure

would ever be found…

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