#Wordle 385 #Poetry

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Cardboard cut-out

The prophecy spoke of changes, strange times ahead

Of a girl with monochrome eyes, shades of black and white

I immediately thought of a mixed up yin and yang

I read the text three times, underlined before the week ends

With no idea who sent it, I dismissed it

My mind retained the thought of such strange eyes

I barely slept that night.

How can my mind slip in and out of dreams so fast?

So many black and white movies

As I moved from one to the other

There was no interaction, which was strange for me

I felt invisible.

The last dream before waking

There she stood on the clean white sand, blue seas behind her

The sun setting, walking towards me

A black and white cut out, shining through a heat haze

I felt as though I looked through strange glasses

This last dream stayed with me all the way to the store

I needed coffee

There she stood outside with yin and yang eyes

My cardboard cut-out

Advertising a new black and white barley twist

She wasn’t there yesterday, so who had sent the text?

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The Good Witch… #Poetry

 

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The Good Witch

She had a problem parking her broomstick

A witch in training, a candle spell for love she can do

Yet more was needed, this she knew

Our world in shadow, dark thoughts abound

This is why she is here today

Her past forgotten, her mind a blank

Her only thought is of today

How to blow the shadows away

To leave this world as it should be

With love and laughter, with rainbows bright

Where children play out at night

All harm dispelled by magic new

A witch in training, her wish made just for you…

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Ancient Evil…

New Year, New Feature: a Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt

 

This is our first contribution for Diana Wallace Peach new monthly word prompt Challenge! This is truly an awe inspiring image…

 

 

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Ancient Evil…

The frozen face of a still white moon

Hung against the starless sky

Remembering Zolon crouched below

His hand clenched on ancient evil

Where men were swallowed

Bones crushed by ice white teeth…

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The Clock… #Poetry

 

 

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The Clock

Time that never ends

Ticking, beating out a rhythm

That endless noise they say is silence

My ears bleed, my mind screams

Trying to remember

The clock has blood on its hands

I am outside looking in

I hear bones breaking, flesh yielding

I cannot write such dark passages

Of a love gone bad

The look of peace on her face

Happy to be gone from this life

That look haunts me

Did love, mercy guide my hand in this?

Did I take the life I love so well?

The sickness changed the one I knew

The shell left behind

No longer holds the love

That held me to her

That ticking clock has beat its last rhythm

As I lay down beside her

I hear the ticking clock no more…

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The Clock… #Poetry

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The Clock

Time that never ends

Ticking, beating out a rhythm

That endless noise they say is silence

My ears bleed, my mind screams

Trying to remember

The clock has blood on its hands

I am outside looking in

I hear bones breaking, flesh yielding

I cannot write such dark passages

Of a love gone bad

The look of peace on her face

Happy to be gone from this life

That look haunts me

Did love, mercy guide my hand in this?

Did I take the life I love so well?

The sickness changed the one I knew

The shell left behind

No longer holds the love

That held me to her

That ticking clock has beat its last rhythm

As I lay down beside her

I hear the ticking clock no more…

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The Silver BMW… #Poetry

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The Silver BMW

I was born to love life, unfortunately

 Some two-wheeled idiot took it from me.

I lay on the road not feeling anything

I heard myself say, “Why can’t I feel anything?”

To the left of me, a voice said

 “Guess you’re dead mate.”

There was no one there. The ambulance had taken my body.

Someone had taken the kid from the bike and

I could see myself wrapped around the handlebars.

As a flat truck loaded me and the bike on board

I didn’t fancy spending eternity

Wrapped around this piece of shit

Besides, they were going to strip and squash it.

Again with the disembodied voice

“You just need to know how to get off it.”

“Great, any idea how I can do that?”

Nothing, Silence. Suddenly I am being taken.

A light so bright if I had earth eyes, I would be blind.

“You saved me once, now it is my turn.”

That damn voice the last thing I remember.

I awoke in the hospital, my leg in plaster

Wondering whom I had saved.

A young lady entered the room

Carrying a balloon and flowers

She thanked me for pushing her

Away from an oncoming bike

Leaving me to wonder what went on

In my mind, mangled on that pavement.

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#Writephoto: Renewal/Born Again #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Renewal #writephoto

 

 

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Born Again

Old thoughts lay scattered in a field

Some die, others remembered in mind

 Given new life, you feel the smile on your face

Thinking of old friends

 Lovers you have lost touch with

You spend too much time wishing

 Hoping not to repeat the past.

Shaving in your mirror, you tell yourself

It is time to upload new thoughts.

To bring back some of that old faith

To remember who you are.

This is the first day of the rest of your life

You scream at your image

Show me who you are?

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