Tag: #TheSundayWhirl
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Downtrodden… #Poetry #TheSundayWhirl #Wordle 650
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Downtrodden My memory is hit-and-miss It flies in and out like many broken twigs on the forest floor As I sit beneath a willow tree I wonder where the divine is, in the pattern of my life I think He gave me the leftovers and then washed His hands I feel the blood of my…
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Life Giving… #Poetry #TheSundayWhirl
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The sky is my favourite place I will lie on the ground for hours watching clouds glide by like curtains being drawn letting you see the blue sky My bones feel as though they belong to the earth A sacred place, somewhere to pray to heal the mind Somewhere that lets you breathe Slowly your…
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The Sunday Whirl as an Etheree… #Poetry
Image by Jan Marczuk from Pixabay I weep near ancient bones buried chambers glow with amber light Old seeds carpet the floor I feel strange things hide in here my thoughts spiral with those before a strong feeling of deep holiness Invisible hands caress my cool skin… ©AnitaDawes2024
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Set in Ice… #Poetry #TheSundayWhirl #Wordle642
Image by Sergio Cerrato – Italia from Pixabay Set in Ice Surfacing from a deep sleep The room I slept in felt colder than the North Pole There was a risk of getting frostbite As I watched, my breath spins in circles around the room, beads of ice lace the glass, obscuring my view from the window Retrieving…
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Feather of Hope… #Poetry #TheSundayWhirl #Wordle 598
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Image by Christine Sponchia from Pixabay … and one of my favourite poems … Hope is the thing with feathers Emily Dickinson – 1830-1886 Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune without the words,And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard;And sore must be the stormThat could abash…
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Serenity… #The SundayWhirl ~ Wordle 595
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Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay Serenity I see her face, familiar yet unknown to me. Her voice, a whisper, gentle sighs I stand on a timeless place, I feel my mind quiver. leaping over new thoughts The killing fields far behind me I see a halo above each fallen soul A twig from the Judas tree caught…
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Looking in the Mirror… #The Sunday Whirl #Poetry
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Image by Marat Mukhambetaliev from Pixabay Looking in the Mirror… This morning I realised I say sorry far too much. It’s time to change, take time for me. Find something to be proud of I owned that thought for the rest of the day. Nothing else mattered First my job, my clothes Here I am, a whole new…
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The Blade… #Poetry #The Sunday Whirl #Wordle 588
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Image by WilliPuschel from Pixabay The Blade I stand alone, waiting for the moment When silence wraps itself around me I am broken, thin as paper I hear the blade slice through my mind I shuffle along, my shoulder bumping each doorway I enter I am nearly there, again I hear the blade, sharp edged, cutting away at…