An Easter #Etheree Poem…

 

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On

A hill

Three souls wait

Dark judgement called

One crown of sharp thorns

His mother waits below

Sound has vanished from the world

Standing close, Joseph holds the cup

Take your mother; hold her as your own

Day three gave rise to a new religion…

AAAAA

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…

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Although Colleen is busy catching up on work projects, she has provided us with prompts so we can still write our poems! So here’s Anita’s!

 

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Seek

The light

Test yourself

Breathe the sweet air

Find where you belong

Let love into your heart

Step out of the dark, take aim

Find that one special person now

Let your dreams be bigger than before

Let love take you to old age together…

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Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge

Today, it is Anita’s turn to try an Etheree poem…

These look complicated, but really easy once you get the hang of it.

A ten line poem, beginning with a one syllable word, and ending with  words of ten syllables. Full instructions on Colleen Chesebro’s website

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Cold

Dark sound

Two ghost hands

Waiting by the

Old golden bandstand

Still, no sound to be heard

Lights and music once they played

People dancing while banging sticks

Lights out, no people dancing couples

Ghostly hands on drums sound, cold and empty…

©Anita Dawes