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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#Wordle 413 #Poetry

 

Wordle 413

What if you woke

in an alternative reality

Receiving a signal from the Universe

A message, like a constant

changing channel on your tv

Hearing only part of the message

Would you run for the hills?

Or would you wait, check it out

See that everything is fine,

better than before.

A simple sweet life, no trauma

No nagging parents.

They’re perfect, loving

You find you like it here.

Would you feel smug by the charm?

That has befallen you.

Would you notice some changes?

like a sharp claw on glass

Grating on your memories.

Would you realise the limit?

Of this new life

Like living in a bubble

Pick up the nearest rock

Try to break free

Realising that Sage, your wife

The love of your life

Your children are not here

When next you sleep,

Where will you wake?

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Trapped… #Poetry

 

 

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Trapped

Trapped under the ice

No one can hear you scream.

The sound you made, held

as if between two sheets of glass.

Melt waters carry it far away

To be heard as a distant echo

From a lost time.

A repeating pattern of cosmic design

Nothing is lost, nothing goes to waste

All held within the ticking arms of a clock.

We return, newly made to walk in the

same footsteps we made long ago.

Nothing escapes Earth’s gravity

It merely changes…

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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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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a seashore with a clear, turquoise sea, bordered by small islands and a rocky headland .

 

 

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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#Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge

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Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 136 #PhotoPrompt

 

 

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Use the above photo as the inspiration for your poem. Ask yourself questions and tell a story. Be creative! What does this photo say to you?

 

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Looks out

At the world

With lights shining

As if it belongs

Chairs hidden forgotten

Bicycles never ridden

Parcel placed outside just for show

Looking for all the world to belong

Hologram, a picture from the future…

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Searching…

 

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Searching

From the moment I set eyes on her

I knew my heart would be broken

She is searching for something

I suspect this has been all her life

Waiting to find that perfect moment

That feeling of having found something sacred

Our life together, my love for her, is never enough

Her art comes first, she needs more

Something is haunting her

Like the legendary thorn bird

Searching for the perfect thorn to impale itself upon

That one moment has come when he sings

Dying in agony

The one song held all his life is sung

The most beautiful the world has ever heard

So beautiful, the wind held its breath

Must the best of something

Come at such a great cost?

I will do all I can

To prevent my love from losing herself

I shall not let her follow the thorn bird…

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Many Tears…

 

 

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Many Tears

… will be shed today,

Elvis has not just left the building, he has left our world for another

where I hope to God, he finds the answers he was looking for.

I know he may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but for me, he was my first real crush. I deserted Cliff Richard the moment I found Elvis.

Sad to say, I never made it to Graceland’s

I am not one of those screaming kind of fans, I felt I could see beyond the performer and the part that haunted me, captured my soul.

I do not say this lightly; I am writing this because Jaye and I were discussing our heroes. Name three, she said. She knew the first one of course.

The second was Da Vinci. I could not name a third

There are many lesser ones that I like

Ones that have the same kind of spark in smaller amounts

Like idols with feet made of clay, they don’t quite match

What about writers, Jaye asked

I could only think of one, James Herbert

I had watched an interview once and he had a great sadness about him

I brought his last hard back, something I never do as I prefer paperback

Then found out a few days later, he had died

That left a little hole in my mind as I had contacted him a while back

His kindness is still remembered

I told Jaye, that’s enough of this nonsense, back to work…

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