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spring peaceful nostalgia
Beautiful spring day
Yet out of season
Loving nostalgia
Drawing me into embrace.
Warm buttery sunshine
Dollop of ecstasy
Cascading over my back
Raining down like home and joy and peace.
Collapsing gently to the ground,
Stretching to feel green-gold earth
Beneath my fingertips
Chiming symphonies draw my notice.
As I lay there,
Still,
Feeling and listening
To the soft breezes
That the rest of the world
Perceived as gustings
Of
Wind.
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NaPoWriMo
NaPoWriMo Day4
Adveristy
Shorts
Termination inbound on the day
Ruminating over the cause
Sudden pain caused by fellowship
Heartstrings hand-plucked, wrought with strife
You take a bow, adversity on your fingertip
Perfectionist performance, chimerical display.
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NaPoWriMo NaPoWriMoDay1 Carcass death time
Death and life,
Time slips past
As one ends, yet another begins:
Carcasses are left to rot,
While their counterpart is all but forgot.
Yet why the difference in care,
Between mortality's apprentice
And life's most fair?
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NaPoWriMo
NaPoWriMo Day5
Ancient
Shorts
Ancient powers forever lost
Mourn their passing
When time stands still.
Wander over hill and dale
March along the river's edge
On no occasion to be found.
Again, sweet song sung by the water
Beauty's incarnation to see the light nevermore.
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Sturdy oak creaks as my weight shifts, hands tangling in my hair.
My chair scrapes hardwood as I begin to pace.
Processing... Processing...
The flickering lamp casts strange shadows on the walls.
I sit back down. I can’t possibly write this standing up.
You always ask me how I’m processing.
What am I supposed to say?
My scattered brain races to form coherent thoughts over that thing on the wall laughing,
Twisting tick, tick, tick, tock ticking away at my sanity.
My mind stumbles to form thoughts beneath its rhythm.
That I’m disobeying my God for you,
That I’m risking my soul, that I'm going this far for you,
And yet, I want to do it again?
My pen spins until my fingers fumble and a line of ink mars the page.
It smudges the more I try to erase what I can’t possibly put into words.
Because I like what we do—
I like how you make me feel,
I like you—
but I can’t tell how you feel,
so I keep...
I stand too quickly, my chair toppling from the force.
The floor creaks as I pace back and forth,
Images of rough hands and soft kisses following me around the room.
That torturing timepiece on the wall mocks me, tick, tick, tick, tock taunting my lack of focus.
Processing... Processing...
I pick up the pen, hesitate, put it down, then pick it back up again.
My eyes squeeze shut as I hunch over damned words.
I refuse to go that far, even though I yearn to
Burning the oil won’t keep my lantern lit, but I’m tempted by our flash flame.
I yearn to give it all up; I refuse to forsake Him.
So then...how do I keep you?
Ink isn’t the only thing staining the paper now.
My eyes sting, my throat closes up.
My grip on the pen tightens as I make myself continue to write.
I feel hypocritical so I’m—
I look to the ceiling as the emotions overwhelm,
And a flash of silver catches my eye.
The mirror on the desk shows mottled cheeks.
I turn it away.
Processing... Processing...
I crumple the paper, toss it with the others in the trash.
Maybe I’ll find peace of mind this way.
I haven’t let go of my instinct of self-preservation,
His instinct for soul-preservation,
so I keep processing...
Grabbing a fresh sheet of paper,
My hand trembles as I put my chewed pen to the new page.
Processing..... Processing.......
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Something broken,
Something lost
Til what they found
They paid the cost.
Never moving,
Always bitter
What caused this pain
Still, I shiver.
Once shining and glimmer
Now hangs,
Becoming still and dimmer.
Forever wander,
Lost little one,
Never straying from the path
The rest of us look on in wonder
Til the little one is gone at last.
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NaPoWriMo
NaPoWriMo Day2
Eloquence
Shorts
Many of the greats in poetry are said to be eloquent beings,
Well-versed in language as well as the human mind, soul, and heart.
Their legacy of distinct impressions;
Such aureate diction surely leaves the world a more vibrant, colorful place,
But at times I wonder: Do THEY leave this world more vibrant?
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NaPoWriMo NaPoWriMo Day3 Echo Shorts Response Poem
Looking down from the edge of the world,
I hear screams and a cry for help;
Wanting to reassure a tormented soul, I replied with a soothing tone,
An ache in my heart as I embrace it's suffering;
You found peace and comfort in yourself,
Leaving me behind, I fade away with a sigh;
I am always with you even if you do not see me,
I am always here for you even if you do not hear me.
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Young Love puppy love youth love
Young love, fleeting like snowdrops
Melting snowflakes in the spring
One moment there and the next gone
Made more beautiful in its foolish haste
But also branding perpetual scars.
Some cannot break free from these old chains
Others simply wither away
Yet still there are those
Fighting the dazzling flame with passion undeniable
Carried on the ephemeral wind.
Their feelings sweep away all doubts.
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Something broken,
Something lost
‘Til what they found
Must pay the cost.
What was broken?
A heart, a mind, a soul
What was lost?
Your faith, your way, your control
So what did they find?...
Never moving,
Always bitter
Alone, in this pain
Alone, so they shiver.
Why wouldn’t they move?
Body petrified, legs rooted, heart stoned
Why were they bitter?
Existence subsumed, emotions betrayed, violence condoned
...But what did they find?
Once joyful they sang
Full of shine and glimmer
Now heads hang,
Hearts become still and dimmer.
What was shining?
Their life, their vitality, their prime
Why is it dimming?
Sweet death, new decay, old time
But what is it they find?!
Forever wander in the mist,
Or stray from the golden path,
Be lost to the ether cold,
Hope to find home at last.
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